The Dead, The Clean and The Hungry

Today was date day with my sister and we spent it the way any two normal sisters would: by taking a tour of a cemetery and going to a vacuum cleaner museum.

We thought the graveyard tour would take maybe 45 minutes to an hour; it actually took a whopping three hours. Let me tell you, that's a lot of time a.) on your feet and b.) with the dead. We certainly heard a lot of stories about the Portland pioneers who are buried underneath the elaborate tombstones, but man -- that was a lot of walking and talking.

To change things up, we then visited the vacuum cleaner museum we have both been dying (umm, no pun intended) to see ever since we heard about it years ago. You see, my sister and I both ... well ... we're weird. We love vacuum cleaners. As in, LOVE vacuum cleaners. As in, would own hundreds of them if we could afford it. I'm fascinated by the mechanics of a vacuum cleaner; for some freakish reason, so is she. We bond over our mutual fascination.

The vacuum cleaner museum was a bit of a letdown, mainly because we'd both built it up in our heads so much. I was expecting hallways with glass exhibits. It was actually just a corner of the vacuum store. There were some awesome-lookin' old vaccum cleaners, though. It just wasn't quite what I was expecting.

Exhausted from walking with the dead and depleted from our vacuum cleaner excursion, we grabbed some lunch, did some quick shopping, and called it a day before having friends over for a bbq at my parents' house.

Cemeteries, vacuum cleaners, and veggie burgers on the grill: All in all, a good day was had by all.