Is That Covered Under My Warranty?

A few years ago my husband got me a vacuum for Christmas. A vacuum, what is this 1950, get the little wife a vacuum. No, it is 2011, and vacuums have come a long way, and for the record the vacuum was exactly what I wanted, and I had been asking for it for the past three years. I wanted to vacuum of all vacuums, the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the Dyson. I’m sure you all have a Dyson by now, and if you don’t; I strongly recommend you to get one. However it is not one of those impulse purchases, the newest model will set you back about $600. Now you might start to be understanding why this was a Christmas gift. If you have been reading my blog, even for a short time, we do not have one of those tree’s that produces money in our backyard. Living as a family of four on one income is quite challenging these days, and once gas goes up to four dollars a gallon the way they expect it to this summer, I may be riding on my Dyson to get around.

Awhile back I was vacuuming with this grand machine that is not supposed to lose suction, ever, and guess what, it did. Not that it was the Dyson’s fault. I had neglected to clean out the reusable filter. My husband as sweet as he is cleaned it for me. In fact he took the entire vacuum apart and cleaned it all, then set it out to dry in the sun. I was busily cleaning the rest of the house and lost track of time, only I can do something like that. I love to clean, crazy I know, so I was in the zone. I get a flash of the time and I see that our boys are supposed to be at Sunday school in 10 minutes, and we live about 15 minutes away from the church, and of course they are running about in the backyard covered in dirt with not a care in the world. I drop the dust pan, wipe their faces with a baby wipe (I don’t know why, we have no diaper wearing children in our house, and for some reason everywhere I look I find another pack). I grab two apples and practically hit Will in the head when I toss it to him so he can have a quick snack in the car on the way there. We get in the car in a record time of 5 minutes, and off we went. At this point I know we will be late, but an acceptable amount of time to where I could blame the traffic. I start to pull out of the driveway, and I hear the sound of plastic cracking, and then braking, and then shattering. Yes, it was………..the Dyson! The wonderful sweet as he can be husband who cleaned out my vacuum, sat it out to dry conveniently behind my car. To this day we still both blame each other. Whose side are you on?