Sunday, January 9, 2011

#112-Buy a Dyson

Dear Internet,

It's sleek.  It's expensive.  It's been in museums.  And no I'm not talking about Anna Wintour's sunglasses.  I'm talking about every hipster's wet dream-the Dyson vacuum cleaner. 

For a long time I thought it was the only redeeming part of having to register for wedding gifts and something it'd take me years to obtain.  But it turns out when you have a dead mother and a father who shows his love through extravagant Christmas gifts, you don't need a ring.

Just the balls to ask for the 500 hundred dollar thing.  So, I did.  And come Christmas day Santa delivered.  And I started cleaning.  It's been two weeks and I haven't stopped.  Because what they say is true.  This vacuum is the bee's knees.  The cat's meow.  The dog's bollocks.

And getting it got me one item closer to completing my life list.

Cheers to that.  And being able to vacuum the dog.

This year is going to be so clean.