I love to vacuum. I usually vacuum several times a week. I've thought about this obsession and decided that it relates to instant gratification. Whip out the vacuum and in minutes everything looks better, cleaner, happier, and I feel good!
We have never bought a vacuum. I know that sounds confusing. Let me explain... we received a vacuum as a wedding gift and it lasted from June 1909, just teasing to see if you are watching, June 1996 until December 2003 when the movers broke it.
The Allied moving company gave us the money to money a new one and I did my research with Consumer Reports like every good child of Owen Berrett's should do ;) After borrowing my neighbors for a couple weeks, I finally took the plung and used the moving reimbursement to buy a new eureka smart boss vacuum. I am in love with this vacuum and it has treated me well.
How have a I treated the vacuum, not so well. I've run over the cord and
had to use some eletrician's tape to bandage it. I am ALWAYS vacuuming up accidentally, way too big to fit up that little hole, stuff! If you smell burning rubber, it is me! I vacuumed up Madeline's sock and for the life of me I can not find it in the vacuum. I took it apart and searched everywhere but it is gone! Oh, and the plastic release button at the bottom broke off, so now the vacuum will not stay in an upright and locked position (I know it sounds like I am an airline attendant).So my sweet mother-in-law, asked my husband "what does Tonya need for Christmas?" His reply "a new vacuum". So sure enough there is a big book Christmas morning with this beauty in it. Well, it's been 3 weeks and it still is in the box. I just can't seem to open it up, why? I'm not ready to end this love affair with the smart boss. I feel like I might be cheating on him, is that weird?
I know I need to let the poor thing go but I'm not quite ready. Maybe Stephen can wrap it up and I can open it on Valentine's Day and then I'll be ready! I know it's a really, nice, light-weight vacuum.... some day.
