I love Jared. And that love is the reason I can tell stories about him.
We got a vacuum as a wedding present. It worked okay for a time but then the suction was pretty much non-existent. It acted like it was doing something before spitting it back out. Finally, I got a new vacuum - the same kind ValeReed as except mine is a blue-green color and theirs is maroon. It arrived on Friday and the office signed for it. We didn't get home in time to pick it up so we had to wait until Saturday.
Saturday is our "make an effort to clean" day. We've been horrible at it this last month because I haven't had any motivation. But hey! I was feeling pretty good so I was cleaning in the kitchen. Jared did the cat litter. And then pulls out our vacuum. Not the nice, new vacuum that we just bought. But our crappy suction-less vacuum. And this was after me saying over and over again "the office isn't open yet! I want my vacuum!" How does this even seem logical?
So instead of going to the office to get the package, he tells me that I can get it whenever I'm ready to. Which worked out fine since the office just opened and I actually could get it.
And man, listen to all that hair and cat litter being sucked up. It was so nice. And it's not as loud as the crappy vacuum. Bonus.
It reminded me of Dad. Love you too, Dad! I can hear Mom laughing now at yet another incident that sounds exactly like something my father would do. :-D