Of all the seven deadly sins, the one I am best at is coveting. I covet this vacuum. It is actually my brothers, but each week I think up a new reason why I would have to break into his home when no one is there to steal the lovely beast. If you have not seen the Dyson in use, you may be thinking, 'This chick is off her rocker! Why would she have vivid fantasies about stealing a stinking vacuum, why not just go get her own.' One reason is the hefty $500 price tag it totes. And I was skeptical as well, I mean really, could a machine that simply picks up dirt be worth it? I could buy many a pair of shoes or at least three outfits from Gymboree for Addi with that kind of cash (yes, that was my stab at the evil Gymboree that also makes me sin) Well let me just say that once you run this invention over your carpet, you will no longer wonder if it is worth it. It makes you feel like a whole new person, in a whole new house, where your babies can lick the carpet, (she is darling...but quirky.) So each night I try to come up with a new scheme to convince Ron that this is the only thing in the world we need. I have tried everything (everything...wink, wink!) And I do believe that I have alas made him realize that for the Dyson I am relentless. Christmas is right around the corner.