February 9, 2011

Dear Dyson

Dear Dyson,

Let me count the ways I love thee.

I love the way you clean my floors.

I love that your suction will never go away.

I love your bright yellowness.

I love that I no longer have to change a bag or touch the grime.

I love that Jeremy allowed me to buy you all those years ago.

But now I love you all the more.

I love that the minute I turn you on you bring a calm to my son that only you know how to do.

The crying stops and sleep soon takes him over.

I love that this discovery has means my house has never been cleaner.

And I love that my husband is the one that is often required to use you.

Thank you, dear friend, for your magical ways go beyond your expert engineering.

I am forever grateful for you.

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