For Christmas this year, my parents gave me a Bissell sweeper, which is something I've wanted for years.  My sister Jodi had one when we both lived in Michigan, and I've had Sweeper Envy ever since.

It is just a little rechargeable sweeper that takes the place of sweeping with a broom.  It is super light and quiet and with a zzzzt zzzzt, your floor is clean (no, I am not being paid to endorse it--I just really think it's cool).

And while I'll think it is the coolest thing since refriderator-friendly Diet Coke 12-packs (whoa, right?), Joey feels very differently about my Bissell.

He is scared to death of it.

Which, of course, means we must chase him around the house with it.

We really can't help it--the need to tease is in our DNA.  I blame my mother.