There are few things in life that make me as happy as seeing my hubby happy. Today was one of those days, he got a new toy. Not an electronic dohickey, not a new killer game for his playstation, not a thingamabob for his bike and not a whatchamacallit for his precious Z. No, what he got today that completely thrilled him was, of all things, a new vacuum cleaner. Yes, thats what I said, a vacuum cleaner. A brand new, hepa filter, bag less, super sucker healthy home vacuum cleaner.
Last Monday he was vacuuming the living room, I was kicked back in the recliner - watching.... Anyway, he was vacuuming and stopped to empty the dust receptacle. He placed the old vacuum in the upright position and walked away, and then the handle crashed to the floor. We both stared at the vacuum as if it was going to tell us what just happened. Jeremy walks over to the vacuum and tries to stand it up again, it falls again. He then discovers a small broken piece of plastic which happened to be the thingy that held the handle upright. "Oh well", he says and continues until the rug height adjustment knob pops off. Again, we both stair like the machine is going to tell us whats happening. As he moves the cleaner on down the hall, I hear a cloump scrapy sound, followed by some unmentionable expletives. I ask what happened and he says, "the damn wheels just fell off!!!" After this we decided a new vacuum cleaner was needed.
What do you do with an old vacuum cleaner? I mean this machine has cleaned up after us and our animals for 6 years. There is probably enough DNA in this thing to make it partly human. I feel like we should bury this thing in the back yard.
He actually said "Wow, this one works so good it makes vacuuming fun again!" Again?