Madly and Desperately in Love

Meet the object of my affection; The Dyson.

Despite my fine taste in cleaning music, I am a horrible, horrible housekeeper. I live in a somewhat permanent state of dust and clutter, and though I wish I could be different, I've been this way forever, so I just do the best I can.

But, BUT!!! Oh man. This Dyson. Sigh.

My mother-in-law got it for Christmas from her boyfriend, and since she is on vacation this week, I snuck into her apartment and borrowed it for a day or two. I have been trying to vacuum my house more frequently now that Max is crawling, and I noticed that no matter how many times I went over my living room rug with my Oreck, there was still a ton of dog hair.

Oh baby. I went over that rug with the Dyson, and it is spotless. And you should have SEEN the dirt in the receptacle. CRAZY. But then, I went up to the bedroom. And I vacuumed the rug in there. Oh. My. God. We filled the ENTIRE receptacle with dirt from this one rug. Michael and I were speechless. I must have one of these machines. 1. I am sure that I will become absolutely addicted to vacuuming, and, 2. Michael and I both agreed that vacuuming (and watching the vacuuming) was an almost erotic experience. This thing is THAT powerful.

Anyone want to buy me one?

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Comments

[Lacey]

Oh...I fell in love with those while stationed in the UK. Too bad they are SO out of my price range...they're awesome!

[kyoot]

I wish college for 3 boys wasnt' going to be as expensive...

[Kathy]

Drooooool. I want one of those SO badly! Thankfully, my Engineer hubby thinks they are incredibly cool as well, so it should hopefully happen when we move. In the meantime, I'll vacuum vicariously through you ;-)