The Power of the Dyson.

So for the last 3 weeks, I have been running non-stop. I have been putting in 50 hour work weeks, attending meetings for the different organizations I am in, and putting all extra free time into this auction for my friend, Chad. That being said, my house has been neglected. We had some free time yesterday before 1:00, so we did some spring cleaning. Our bedroom has not been vacuumed for 3 weeks and it was ABSOLUTELY disgusting. Having beige carpet and not thinking you are that dirty (with a long-haired dog) can disguise a lot of stuff. That is why I am proud, yet sickened, to be a Dyson owner. I love my vacuum. If God came to me and asked me what was the one material object on Earth that brought me the most joy, I might answer with, "my Dyson." Here is why:
I am hoping this picture does it some justice. Can you see the inside of the container??? FULL. Full of hair and dust and we almost died. Moral of this story - my bedroom is a cesspool! Nasty! Have a great week! ~Amy