The Boyfriend Gift

I visited my boyfriend of over two years and after maybe two minutes of being there, he says, "I got you a present. Come here."

Me? A present? Really? Awwww

He opens the closet door and there sits . . . .













A dyson slim.

Yo, I already have two dysons. And before you judge, I have two kitties. My short haired kitty actually gives off more hair than the long haired cat. Really.

And my other cat is very high anxiety and is constantly vomiting everywhere. Not to mention she sucks at going IN the litterbox.

I have the dyson ball that is FANTASTIC for a regular vacuum. And I have the hand held for those pesky food particles that both my cats spit out when they feel like it or when they decide to shed another full size cat hairball. I was able to buy the dyson ball with a bunch of gift cards (thanks family) and then the hand held was on special when I bought the ball. Bonus!

Then I go meet Saint's parents and they have this hand held dyson that is good for vacuuming all floors, except mine didn't come with the floor attachment?!?!?!?!?!? So I contact dyson (okay Saint totally did that for me) and GUESS WHAT? This is a different vacuum. Not another attachment for one of the two vacuums I own, but a completely different vacuum.

ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME?

I refused to buy another dyson. I think two is enough!!

But no, Saint bought it for me. He used a coupon with his discount and viola! See why I love him?

DYSON DO YOU HEAR ME? I OWN THREE OF YOUR VACUUMS.

I am crazy ridiculous.

I think he might have ulterior motives to giving me a vacuum?