A few weeks ago, I "discovered" -- via the vacuum cleaner -- that someone who shall remain nameless put some whole crayons under the guest room bed. (No, it wasn't Michael.) The vacuum cleaner did not appreciate making this discovery, and my trusty sidekick went on partial strike. Oh, some of the stuff would come off the floor, sure, but it wasn't the usual spanking clean look that I've come to expect from my vacuum.
I've been dreading the fix process. But we're moving, and a whole lot of vacuuming has to be done during the move, and I wasn't going to do it with my poor limping vacuum cleaner. So I took it in this morning, and the guy fixed it in 15 minutes for $20.
WHAT was that?!? I couldn't believe how easy it was. I came home right away and began vacuuming. I didn't finish the whole house -- the girls wanted lunch -- but I'm going to do the rest of it after naps. And I like to think that I'm easily pleased that a quick fix to my vacuum can make my day like that. But others may have different opinions. :)
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