Life With a Vacuum

]I’m not all that upset about being my own cleaning woman because we have a brand new vacuum. It’s a little Happy Homemaker to be so excited about a new appliance, but I hate.Hate.HATED our old one. We bought a canister vacuum in the U.S. that P just loved. He always sniffed at the uprights everyone else had and crowed about the canister’s better sucking ability. Pulling that rolling thing around was like vacuuming while being followed by an annoying robotic Star Wars pet. No matter how well it sucked, I just thought it sucked.

So we compromised on what I call a “regular” vacuum with a bulbous little belly. It’s called a Vampyrette, which I think is adorable. (“I want to suck just a wee little drop of your blood, if I may.”) It sucks just fine. I don’t know why people need industrial strength suckage – exactly how much do you need to suck? Never mind.