The HH and I went in Friday night to pick up the vacuum cleaner we'd left to get cleaned last weekend. The manager told me, he had one in the back he'd forgotten to tag and he hoped it was mine. Gosh me too. He brings it out, do I recognize it? Nope. At least not the outside. I swear, I don't remember mine having a blue strip on the bag. Now the half-filled charcoal bag on the inside looked familiar.And the HH recognized the aromatic scent of dirty carpet. That was one of the reasons we took it in, to get the bag holder cleaned. But since the carpets had been without any TLC for a week, I didn't dare leave it another week. So still with ownership in question we decided to take it. The manager changed out the beater bar, tightened the belt and we brought it home. I'm still not convinced its mine, but that baby runs like a race horse. It practically pulls me across the carpet. But enough about vacuum cleaners. How was your weekend, my friends? There's no such thing as a bad one, right?
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