Back in the glory of the 80’s, my family had a Dustbuster. The hand-held vacuum was as revolutionary as the VCR. When confronted with a dry spill, my spic-n-span mother would first gasp, then clutch her pearls, and then order me to fetch the Dustbuster! It was my family’s version of Joan Crawford’s “Tina, bring me the ax” rant. Eventually, the Dustbuster caught an unshakable funky smell, so we had to bid adieu. Maybe these repressed mini-vac memories explain why it took me 25 years to buy my own hand-held. Neat-freak that I am, I don’t understand how I went so long without the handy cleaning companion. I hate vacuuming with the big vacuum so much. Not only is it cumbersome and loud, but it doesn’t fit into every nook. I love running the hand-held along, in the corners, and underneath. I even employed it to suck the crumbs out of the bottom of the oven (when the heat was off, duh). The little device tidies up a room quickly and efficiently without entering the weight-lifting portion of the competition with a hefty full-size vac. I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to cheap appliances, so I bought the best Wal-mart had to offer: the Black & Decker 16v Dustbuster. It sucks hard and brings me several satisfying intermittent cleaning moments everyday.
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