My new best friend.

Warning: Sad story ahead. Don't be afraid -- it all works out in the end.

My real vacuum, my regular housewife vacuum, died many moons ago. I think I had something going on that particular night and called Mike in the midst of a hissy fit ranting about my vacuum troubles. He brought me home a vacuum from work and disaster was averted for the evening. He never took it back and I never sent it back so in my house it stayed.

Me and CV, ( short for commercial vacuum, that's what I liked to call the old gal) we had some good times together. She was a hard worker. She wasn't much to look at, but had a sweet cleaning spirit. A couple of weeks ago....(sniff--this is really hard for me)....she....well....she died. One of the kids plugged her in, pop and a spark, and she was gone. It was quick and painless, a good way to go. None of this dragging it out and limping her along. She gave me the best year of her life and I will always be grateful. Rest in peace, CV.

Times being what they are, I was unable to replace CV. This saddened me greatly. While I enlisted many a child to crawl around and pick up crumbs, it just wasn't the same. I even tried borrowing a vacuum, nope that wasn't the answer either. How can a gal like me get along without her vacuum side kick? She can't I tell you, she can't.

This problem had been plaguing me for days. My filthy floors were consuming my every thought. And then, as I was lying in bed last night the answer came to me like a flash of lighting. The Shop Vac. Of course!!!! Why hadn't I thought of that before?!? I have used her in the car for years and she has never let me down. After lugging the beast in from the garage I plugged her in and took her out for a spin. FAB-U-LOUS!
Such suction! Such motion! And that hose, my word the hose!

I am officially in love with the shop vac, I may never return to the land of regular vacuums again. One satisfied costumer right here.