For a couple of years now I have desired a Dyson vacuum. When my
vacuum of ten years broke two years ago, I couldn't bring myself to buy one,
though, and I settled for a cheaper model that cost me $99. In the past year I
have taken this thing to the repairman no fewer than six times, and I promised
myself that if it broke again, I would purchase the prized Dyson. On Sunday
afternoon I squealed with delight when the belt broke again and the smell of
burned rubber wafted down the hall. I immediately hit the web to decide which
Dyson model I should purchase: DC 24 or DC 25. My 20% off coupon arrived in the
mail yesterday, and I can't wait to push the models across the store's floor.
If marriage, a full time job, and two kids didn't mark the entrance to adulthood, then definitely the delight in purchasing a vacuum must.
If marriage, a full time job, and two kids didn't mark the entrance to adulthood, then definitely the delight in purchasing a vacuum must.
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