Death Of a Vacuum

For Christmas two years ago my mom and Grandma bought me a really nice vacuum cleaner.  It was seriously one of the best presents I had ever received.  Clara was on her way, I just got my first big-girl rug and the broom just wasn't going to cut it anymore.  They got me a bag-less vacuum that also had a rinseable air filter.  It was amazing.

As some of you know we are in the process of building a bar.  This has involved lots of sawing and sawdust.  I saw a shop vac for $20 at the good ol' hd the other day and suggested we get one.  The mister said "We have a vacuum.  We don"t need another one."  So we used the amazing one my mom and grandma got me.

I went to use the it the other day and it did nothing but spit sawdust ALL OVER my floor!  Argh!  So I decided to perform Vacuum surgery.

The Patient

The Clog

The Doctors Instruments

After all of my hard work and attempted resuscitation, the Vacuum didn't make it.  BOO!

I'll leave you today with a picture of the cutest little thing sleeping through her daddy using his circular saw only three feet away.  If thats not exhaustion I don't know what is!