His name is D. Say hello.
So I've always wanted a Dyson...like ALWAYS. I admit, I've been envious of others who seem to always plaster their own Dyson all over their blog (*cough* Laura *cough*) or people who always seem to have their Dyson set OUT when I'm invited over (*cough* Summer *cough*). It made me very jealous. Before we left Fburg, we vacuumed our apartment one last time and then threw that old stinky burnt smelling piece of crap we had in the dumpster. I didn't care that it was dead or that this decision would leave me without a vacuum in my new home. I knew as soon as I got to Jville I would be purchasing my OWN Dyson. Instead, the costs associated with moving took over and my purchase had to be set on the back burner. That was bad because I have 600 kids who track dirt all over the place. I swept. A LOT. But you can't sweep carpet (at least not very well). So 3 weeks after no vacuuming, I was finally able to purchase my Dyson today.
I stood at the display in Target with my mouth open. I was confused even though I had researched all the different DC whatever's over and over again online. I tried calling friends but some wouldn't answer. Luckily Summer had my back. She talked me through my anxiety and I was able to make a decision. I decided on DC24, Dyson's BALL. He may not be pink (which is the one I was contemplating over but she didn't come with a $50 gift card to Target) but he's cute, he's orange and the best part? He's MINI. I love mini. Remember?
Austin said, "Why did you want this so bad? You don't vacuum, 'I' do."
I said, "I'm gonna start!"
Welcome home D. Welcome home.