I HATE to vacuum.
I think part of it is that I KNOW how to vacuum correctly - - - "Beulah" (my mom) saw to that! Furniture needs to be moved. Attachments need to be attached. Corners and crevices need to be suctioned free of lint, dust, dirt, and bugs.
I HATE it.
It doesn't help that I am NOT friends with Dyson.
Fortunately for me, Fisherhubby is friends with Dyson. He actually enjoys vacuuming.
Maybe because he's not laboring under the "Beulah" rules.
Oh, he attaches and glides under things. But he doesn't see the need to move furniture except on rare occasions like when the Pope is coming to visit. And since the Pope rarely visits - - -
He is happy and I am happy because I didn't have to face the Dreaded Dyson.
But the Dreaded Dyson needs to be faced TODAY and Fisherhubby is toiling away in the ER.
I'm sitting here, at home, at my lappy, playing.
I'm not a rocket scientist - - - but I think even I can connect THESE dots.
It's Dreaded Dyson time for me.