Alright, order is placed. NOBODY SHOW UP AND TELL ME YOU HAVE A THINGY.
And seriously-- you plug it in, throw the switch, push the thing around, the crap is off the carpet. What IS that guy on about?
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Alright, order is placed. NOBODY SHOW UP AND TELL ME YOU HAVE A THINGY.
And seriously-- you plug it in, throw the switch, push the thing around, the crap is off the carpet. What IS that guy on about?
My vacuum lost suction recently. I actually managed to fix it this weekend - turned out the problem was a ginormous clog of dog hair in the tube, so compressed that if I'd kept trying to vacuum for much longer, I might've had me a diamond.
But at least the carpets are clean again.
I have to have bagless. I don't buy new bags. Of course I hate vacuuming with the passion of a thousand firey suns but seeing the stuff and dumping it out makes me feel like I am at least accomplishing something.
Who is this vacuum cleaner guy?
Sure, dog hair happens -- but Dyson Boy makes it sound like you push the thing around for thirty seconds before you have to flip it over and go at it with a chopstick.
I'm thinking of getting Mom a Roomba.
Roomba story? Funny. Snerk.
Cassie, can you hop on an IM for a sec?
Can I hug Joe & Aimee here?
hugsandhugsandhugsandhugsandhugs
The gift has glowing eyes! Huzzah!