Sears was discounting 10% off almost everything in the store for Sears Card holders, so I went and got the vacuum cleaner I've had my eye on. I saved $50 and turned down the offer for a service contract. With tax, it was less expensive than any other place I'd looked, online or local.
This purchase has grown more urgent every day since my vacuum-owning roommates moved out. Recently I took care of a friend's dog for a few days, an adventure that left my apartment looking like what a dog would look like from the inside if you turned it inside-out and filled it with air and furniture.
The vacuum is a Dyson DC15, the yellow and grey model that rides on a ball for maximum maneuverability. It's one of those bagless vacuums that they say doesn't lose suction when it fills up. I ran this thing over every inch of carpet in my aparment, emptying the canister several times. To confess the truth, in my zeal to clean I failed to empty the canister before breaching the "full" mark each time; it didn't occur to me that it would fill up so fast. That's a good sign.
There were many good signs. Things came out of the carpet that I never knew existed. Once when I was emptying the canister, the holy grail fell out. There's a spot in the corner where the vacuum seems to work much harder; I'm pretty sure it'll eventually pull up the ark of the covenant. I heard something jingling around in the canister and when I turned off the motor, I heard God exclaim, "Hey, you found my keys!"
All kidding aside, I am ecstatic about this vacuum. I took special care of it after the hard work it did today. After I got its canister washed out and its seals wiped clean and all of the hair and carpet fiber pulled from its brush bar, I am too proud of this machine to shove it into a dark closet. I must nurture my new appliance. Together, my Dyson and I will conquer the world!