Dissed By Dyson Contest

Sadly, there was no congratulatory e-mail in my inbox today telling me that I was the lucky winner of the contest for a Dyson DC25.

Even though it is obvious that my love  and need for one clearly dictate that I should have one.

To those of you who have suggested I just go and buy one already, that is really nice. But there’s this little matter of FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS for me to eclipse before I can do that.

Suffice it to say that the money is needed elsewhere much more greatly than it is needed to fund The Suck I Dream To Own.  (No, not that home liposuction kit, the Dyson.  Stay on track.)

If anyone feels like sending me one, I’ll happily give you my address. Even if it means you might come here and kill us all in our sleep.

I mean, it’s a chance at getting the Dyson, right?

I do have some good news, though.

Looks like our POS Vacuum was merely having a bout of User Error Disorder.

I fished dug excavated this crap out of it the other day:

 

Looks like I’m the POS.

 

*let it be noted, however, that our vacuum is still a POS.  And someone should still bewstow a Dyson DC25 upon me.