
My beloved Dyson is in the shop for repairs. Yes, that's correct. The almighty, lifetime guaranteed, never loses suction, vacuum to beat all other vacuums is BROKEN. No suck, which REALLY sucks. In the mean time, my OCD is really taking a hit. I didn't realize what an important relationship I had with the DC-17 Animal. The whole, "Don't know what you got 'till it's gone," phenomenon, you see (yes, cue the old butt-rock ballad). Anyway, this has impacted me so deeply that I feel the need to blog about it. If you need to find me, I'll be impatiently waiting out my 7 to 10 business days and picking graham cracker crumbs from the area rug by hand. Heaven forbid anyone eat those on the hardwood floor. Happy vacuuming to the rest of you.