Sometimes, I think I am loved

When I got home from work, there are a huge box in the hallway. Of course I glanced at it. It was the Dyson DC17. Dang, I am all about the vacuum. I have another Dyson, have had it for 4 or 5 years. I love that vacuum. It is starting to show some wear and tear. I talked to Rick about getting another vacuum and he aid it was not possible. See, I am obsessed with vacuums. I love them. I have two dogs and a cat, I try not to have it look like we have animals. If I could just get Maggie off the couch when we are gone, you would never know. I also HATE lugging the vacuum up and down the stairs.

So to greatest present that can be given to me is another Dyson. I felt loved, ok for about 2 hours until everyone started picking on me. But for that time, it was wonderful. I vacuumed again, the stairs, the couches, the rugs. Sigh. I also drag the little dyson up the stairs where it will stay put.

So Dh found the way to my heart, the vacuum.