Call Me Crazy . . . about a Vaccuum

Our yellow vacuum that was our first, semi-big purchase after we got married and realized that it might be helpful to own one, had the guts to conk out on us a few weeks ago.

When Danny told me that the engine was kapoot and that we would need to buy a new vacuum my brain started spinning inside my head. Weren't vacuums suppose to last for decades? Last time I checked I haven't been married for decades, or seminary is taking just about as long as it feels. And yet I'm pretty sure my Mom's vacuum is older than me.

After doing thorough reasearch . . . on Google . . . and borrowing a friends dyson in the great anticipation that it's sucking power would magically restore our shabby apartment carpet, we finally decided to purchase this little, bagged Hoover.

And while, does not have the "cool" factor of a Dyson, it is so powerful that it practically self-propels itself across my floor.
Look at those vacuum lines - I LOVE THEM!