There is one thing I do quite often, and that is vacuum. (Yeah, that and laundry and dishes and...you get the picture.) Take our wooded lot, add a dog who sheds to beat the band, mix in kids whose lax mother lets them eat wherever, and you get messy floors. Four or more times a week, I'm vacuuming with my big ole clunky Dirt Devil. It's a heavy sucker. (Ha ha ha: a "sucker.") I've been moaning to Pete about getting an Oreck as soon as our next ship comes in.
We were once an Oreck family. [Damn, why do I feel like I'm a recovering something-or-other?] But
Enter my wonderful mother, AKA my ship, who heard me pining after my old Oreck. She got a deal on one -- half price! -- and sent me a new one. It's a combination Pete's birthday present/my birthday present/our anniversary present. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, it can wipe out any gift she'd send any of us for a year.
Because it's fantastic. I can vacuum easily everyday. And I have been. E-v-e-r-y-d-a-y. Because it's so easy. And calming. And light. And fast. And perfect in every way.
Perhaps it's time to mention to my mother that our next purchase is a Prius, you know, when our ship comes in.