Ugh.

[dellenn]

They say you turn into your parents when you get older.  I just took a step in that direction.  After living with wood & tile floors for the past 2 years I've conceded defeat that my upright vacuum and dry mop isn't cutting it.  Even my beloved fleet of Roombas (yes, plural) aren't enough to tackle the cat hair tumbleweeds in this place.  I'm waiting for the clumps of hair to start unionizing and taking over the place, kind of like the fat monsters in Doctor Who.  My Roombas work great (and are great fun, especially when Maggie isn't watching her back *snicker*) but they're a PITA in areas where you have things that can be toppled over when it bumps into it... like iron candle stands and plant stands and things like that.  I spend so much time moving those things that I may as well just vacuum myself.

I gave in.  And heard my Dad laughing at me from beyond as I unpacked and assembled my expensive new canister vacuum--my first vacuum not purchased at a place like Walmart.  I swore up and down when I was a kid that I would never own one of these monstrosities that my evil parents made me use as part of my child labor servitude.  The thing weighed 100lbs and got so hot that you could burn your legs on it if it rolled into you.  Heck the dog ran away from it... unless you were vacuuming HER, then they were suddenly best buds.  UGH I still have bad memories of that thing!  At least the ones these days are only 95lbs.  Progress!  =p