Say Hello to My Little Friend

With the addition of another short-haired shedding machine to the house, Susie and I knew that it was time to upgrade our vacuum. The old Eureka MightAsWellNotBother was just not getting the job done, so we ponied up and snagged a Dyson DC14 Low Reach vacuum on EBay. I may be known for making fun of James Dyson's stiff British accent on his television commercials, but we heard good things about the vacuums from friends, and hey, it comes in a snazzy red.

It arrived Friday, so I took the opportunity to use it this weekend. Twice. It was so fun I had to vacuum again the next day. After the old stick vac, the DC14 was truly a joy to use, a marvel of technology. It glided smoothly on our hardwood floors, and efficiently cleaned our small area rugs. The low reach attachment was great for getting under our bed and chest of drawers. It's a pretty heavy device, but does have somewhat of the feel of a plastic toy. One could argue that this makes it all the more fun to do chores with. Emptying the bin with the push of a button was like dumping a load of sand from a toy dumptruck (or something else clever; I'm no good with similes).

All in all, it seems like money well spent. Hopefully it will mean breathing less cat hair in the long run. And how can that be a bad thing?

Sorry to bore you with a tale of how I spent the whole weekend vacuuming. Hey, I did make it through the entire post without making a pun on the word "sucks." Aren't you at least somewhat proud?