Heather! What's wrong with you?
Husbands...sheesh, give me a choice between a hubby or an old vac, the old vac is going to win, hands down.
I am 41 years old. Downstairs is two Kirby vacs, a Sanitronic-50, and a Sanitronic VII. Both around my age. Both clean up well. Both are in their stride doing housework, growling like a playful puppy chasing dust bunnies! Their headlamps still shine with excitement, the DS-80 smiling it's Kirby logo brightly at me. They're still sexy. They're still muscular. They're loyal. They never sneak out to see other carpets. They don't go bowling with the Hoover's and come home drunk. They don't come home with someone else's Carpet Fresh on their bag. They don't lay in the chair watching the game, belching and scratching themselves while calling out for a beer. They sharpen knives, polish silverware, brush rust, spray paint, dust furniture, clean computer keyboards -- and when finished with all this, quietly await further instructions -- Swedish massager ready, offering a rub down in case I'm tight and stressed from watching all that housework...
Tell me what a husband does again? Coz after that, I really can't think of a good reason to have one around. Maybe to supply funding for more vintage vacs, but that's it. A vintage vac or hubby hubaloo? Sheesh! No debate there. I'd get a million-dolar life insurance policy, and have about 50 vintage vacs waiting in the living room when he comes home from work. Drop him with a coronary, then after a suitable period of mourning (10-15 minutes) take the money, and really go to vacuum town to ease your sorrows.
Instead, you chose to reject all that to save $15.00. Shortsighted. Very shortsighted. I'm glad you spoke up, though...we'll help you see the light!
Cheers,
John
