I hate my vacuum and I'm getting rid of it!
This time I mean it.
Jeff and I made the mistake of buying this STUPID vacuum from one of those door to door salesmen early in our marriage. It was one of those situations where the salesmen gets your information from the newspaper right after you get home with your precious newborn baby, the time when you're feeling most postpartumish and maternal.
The salesmen invites himself in, you don't have the kahuunas to say no, he vacuums your nasty carpet, pulls out a filter to show you how dirty your house is, and generally makes you feel like a neglectful parent if you DON'T buy his product.
So Jeff and I paid A LOT for this piece of crap - 4 digits! I have tried everything to get rid of it... do you see the lime green duct tape holding it together? Jeff can do anything with a little duct tape - any color, any surface. And the new plug in my clever husband was smart enough to replace... well now the son of a gun keeps turning itself off and on. I think it's possessed. I am over it. I am going to put it out with the trash before Jeff finds it and figures out what's wrong with it. This is its last life!
I want this Dyson... what do you think?