This weekend I had to go buy a new vacuum cleaner because the old one went kaput. While in the store, one of the attachments on a model I decided against fell off and landed on my big toe, leaving a nasty bruise.
All this leads me to believe that cleaning supplies absolutely do not want to be in my house. First the pine sol ran away from home and now the vacuum attacked me. I think the word has spread on me. The Clorox told the Tide who passed it on to the Windex, "Stay away from that one, she's a crazy lady!" Once they get organized, I'm in real trouble.