Five days ago I bought a little vacuum for my bedroom.
Yes, for the bedroom. I know, sexy, right?
Well, our dog sleeps on our rug at night, and I despise dog hair. Hence, the vacuum. I use it every morning before I get dressed. I was abnormally excited about this vacuum.
Today it broke.
No joke- one hour later I was sucking up dirt with the regular, non-sexy vacuum when, "Pop! WHEEEEEEZZZZZ!" The belt broke.
I was a little ticked off. My husband laughed and said I was the vacuum killer.
I prefer vacuum slayer.