Todd bought me a new vacuum cleaner. My old one was seventeen years old, and hadn't actually sucked anything up for at least seven of those years. I would set two kids to go in front of it picking up large bits of things, then I would come along with the vacuum, and then one kid would bring up the rear picking up the bits the machine missed.
This new machine sucks! It picks up everything with no additional assistence. And it has attachments. And it is yellow. I have been gleefully using this new toy for a few weeks. Friday afternoon I wowed the kids by vacuuming the ceilings, the curtains, the baseboards, all those nooks and crannies that we had to go at with a toothbruch before the advent of this wonderful machine.
Then the machine turned on me. In my defense, I am still not used to the powerful suction and the attachments and (rats, I can't think of another excuse right now. . . ). Just as I was wielding the crevase tool above my head, the tip grabbed my hair. I dropped the hose and tried to pull my hair out of the tool, it sucked harder and finally attached itself to my head. That's when I remembered the OFF button. I fumbled around for it (I believe I did this with great calm, I don't remember any unseemly shrieking). All is fine now, I don't even have a bald spot, just a little soreness and a little dent in my confidence.
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That DOES suck, and not in a positive way. :-(
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