Well, our old vacuum was making a horrible noise and beginning to smoke, so it was well on it's way to converting itself into a flamethrower. I don't think that's a good thing. ;~)
The new one looks like a space ship, but it doesn't shoot flames.
A good vacuum is not just a trifle in this house, it's vital to this house not reverting back into the woods.
The real policy ecurbh and I have so far had is that we don't give presents to each other. We may use the excuse of a holiday to buy something we need (like tack or a horse trailer) but at this point each of us writing checks out of the same checkbook to surprise each other with just hasn't made a lot of sense.
Heh, it was either buy a new vacuum or start mowing the carpet. ;)
Heh heh! That's how we are!
Steve finds things now and then and gives them to me as surprise. Like one time he found a nice London Fog raincoat/jacket in the park that had been there a while, it was covered with leaves. I could never afford such a nice jacket!
I washed it and it was good as new. I've had it for years.
Heh...I asked him if he shook any bones out of it.