Suck this laundry!
I’m sitting here trying to decide if I really want to sort through 4 baskets of laundry.
Somehow it just isn’t that appealing.
I know, I know, the longer I leave it, the more clothes will fall on the floor into the dog hair…
Did I mention I wasn’t up to vacuuming either?
Actually…
I am mad at my vacuum. You see, I have a…
DYSON.
Yes, the vacuum to end all vacuums, the gold standard of mechanical suckage. If Angelina Jolie has a nanny, there is no doubt she is using a Dyson.
And my Dyson is not just ANY Dyson… it’s the one with the rolley ball in the center so it turns really nicely.
Unfortunately, nobody told me that my $500 vacuum –
Yes, I spent $500 on a vacuum…
…does not like dog hair. So much so, that it causes a breakdown of the clutch. (Thank you google) In fact I would go so far as to say the clutch is faulty – and a total piece of crap.
Not cool.
How can dog hair be too much for the Dysons wonderful cyclonic suction? Doesn’t it know I have spend the last 22 months raving its awesomeness to anyone, ANYONE, who would listen.
For a time, I even refused to let the hubby touch it in fear he would break it – which he did, the first time he used it – he clogged it – yes – the DYSON clogged…who knew you can’t vacuum crumpled paper – even a vacuum has its limitations.
JUST NOT DOG HAIR!!
Why, Dyson? Why?
I loved you.
We sucked up spiders together, and Barbie shoes, and dirt and little weird things I refused to pick up with my own hands.
And now, I had to admit it…
Even to the hubby…
The vacuum sucks…literally.
He.
Was.
Right.
I may never hear the end of this…
*Note to Self
Perhaps I will go sort laundry.
Well, I have told this story so MANY times…and I seem to get the same look each time…….. OK NOONE belives me… What is wrong with the way I look when I tell the truth…???? I had a Fantom Fury…it was (….my very best) friend. My husband killed him\it!!! He was my other (I mean the Fantom…..not Blaine…he is my other…other…) Well, after many long days and sometimes even nights, of loyal service……Blaine decided my Fantom needed a cleaning; not just a regular cleaning….the kind that was hard and fast…because he, Blaine, was now an expert in these matters…and well my BABY…my fantom….went in the DISHWASHER (…didn’t he read about the dishwasher safe labels….???? ….have we been married so long that he takes me\us foregranted….? Well….let us just say that the heat cycle was a mistake……25 years of devotion and not one bit of correct mind-reading occurred…….I NOW spell it all out for him…(Blaine survived but FANTOM is now a fantom……..tears…tears….
So many have been told this story….please believe…
PS I came up the stairs the other day…and guess what…..”GUMB BOOOT” were in the dishwasher…!!!!! There will not be a story about them because the potential damage to the dishwasher (…might I mention….my other very BEST friend…) has been threatened with legal compensation…if anything occurs to “her”; yes, she is female; too smart for her own words…..xo
Gisele
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As much as appreciate a husbandly attempt at helping…my appliances can’t take it.
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