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The day after Christmas my vacuum cleaner broke.  Not good considering that I was in the midst of a cleaning frenzy, trying to get all of our Christmas decorations down and packed away before we left town.  My back-up vacuum--a small only used for surface cleaning--worked fine in a pinch, but I needed my heavy duty picker-upper fixed...the sooner the better.

The Golfer hopped on the phone with the store where we purchased the vacuum three years ago.  Fortunately for us, we had spent the extra money for a warranty and were still covered.  We assumed that they would simply tell us to bring it in to be repaired, but instead the store (which will remain nameless) told us that they would send out a technician to our house to fix it--IN TWO WEEKS.  This was far from ideal, but considering that we would be out of town for the bulk of those two weeks, we were okay with it.

So yesterday was the day that I had to wait around my house for four hours waiting for the technician to show up.  About half-way through the wait, a lady called from the store to ask if we were aware of the service charge involved.

"What's the charge for?  How much is it?"

"Well, the tech doesn't actually fix the vacuum in your home.  You will be charged sixty-five dollars for him to come out, pick it up, take it to the store, and return it after it is fixed."

"But I could do that myself...in fact, I could have done that two weeks ago...for free."

"That's why I'm calling."

Needless to say, I canceled the technician.  Then I called the store.  They then informed me that they didn't have repair person in the store.  They send out the vacuums on Thursdays and they are returned on Thursdays.  This was Monday.  So at the very least, it would be a week and a half before I had my vacuum back.  And this would only be if they had all of the parts.  In reality, it could take weeks before I had my vacuum back.  This simply wouldn't do.  I called the Golfer.

"So what are you supposed to do for a vacuum while all of this is going on," he asked.

"Good question.  The floor is filthy.  Using the little one to pick up the crumbs isn't going to cut it anymore."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Let's still have it fixed.  But I want to go ahead and buy a new one."

"I see," he said.  "You just got lucky.  Now you get to go buy that Dyson that you've been wanting."

"Well...I might as well get a good one if I'm going to buy a new one.  That way, we can have two--one for upstairs and one for downstairs."

"Okay, fine."

You gotta love Wife Logic--especially when it works.

So now I have a fancy new vacuum, a DC17 Absolute Animal by Dyson.  It was crazy expensive, but I had heard about how great these vacuums are, but wouldn't let myself by one because it just didn't make any sense to buy one when the one I had worked just fine. 

Guess the cleaning gods decided to smile down on me after all.

I never thought that the day would come where I would be so excited about a household appliance, but this thing is awesome!  The suction is so strong!  It was like getting a mini-workout from pushing it around.  And I gotta tell you, when I finished the last room I was a little sad that I didn't have anything else to vacuum.  Luckily for me, I live with two children and a dog that provide plenty of cleaning opportunities.