My loving and wonderful husband spent weeks researching my birthday present, then ordered it a couple of days ago and hoped it would come in a larger shipping container so I wouldn't know what it was. Unfortunately, I found out early. Almost two weeks early. Birthday's August 5th.
Heck YES, my husband got me a vacuum cleaner for my birthday, and I couldn't be happier. No, no... this is not a vacuum cleaner. It's a Vacuum Cleaner. Dysons deserve capitalization.
He opened it, put it together, then let me take it on its maiden voyage. I spent the next 20 minutes imitating Dark Helmut from Spaceballs when they turned on Megamaid and started chanting "Suck! Suck! Suck!" Ace, thankfully, slept through it.
I'm more excited than any woman should be over a vacuum cleaner.
I'm going to leave it in my living room for the next couple of days in a life-imitating version of one of Dyson's less popular slogans: "Dyson: Because my husband loves me better than yours loves you."
5 days ago