We finally broke down and bought a Dyson vacuum. I say we finally broke down but the honest truth is that we just finally took the time to plunk down the money. The better-half was out buying Christmas presents and added the vacuum to his cart. We got the purple Animal model and it rocks.
I used it very quickly this morning since we have a showing scheduled today. After I finished running it the better-half asked me if I still liked it. I think I gushed for 5 minutes about how much I like the vacuum. In fact I related the story of how a little piece of junk on the floor behind his favorite chair tried to run and hide but the Dyson hunted that thing down and disposed of it. I like the thought that the dirt in our house now knows fear.
So you can understand my love of a vacuum, I should tell you that we also have a Hoover Windtunnel that blows chunks. The better-half has cursed that machine since practically the day we got it. I have always hated it but found myself defending it when the better-half would start trash talking it. Even when the vacuum ate part of our kitchen linoleum.
All of that changed a couple of months ago when I was vacuuming our bathroom and the Windtunnel decided to eat the bathroom rug. I go to great lengths to prevent that from happening–standing spread eagle to support two ends of the rug; hoisting the vacuum so it barely rolls on the rug, etc. That vacuum ate the rug and started making that horrible noise that vacuums make and then the smell of the rubber belt grinding on the carpet threw me into a fit. I turned off the vacuum and then beat it with its own attachment sticks. The vacuum was cowed and started thinking about pressing charges. I pressed it back into the hall closet vowing that we’d get a new vacuum sooner rather than later.
Now we have the Dyson and it rocks.
