I've been getting some flack over the fact that I called a vaccum "one of the best gifts I've ever been given." I understand where you're coming from, but hear me out.
My last vacuum literally had a mind of it's own. Whenever it decided it was done working, it would stop without warning. It didn't matter if I had guests coming over in a few minutes or if my son had decided to eat popcorn in my bedroom; it would simply stop performing it's only function which was to clean my floors. IT DROVE ME CRAZY! Last Thursday I was vacuuming the house because we had a bunch of family arriving later that evening and my vacuum decided it needed a little vacation in the middle of my staircase. I couldn't turn it on again for over four hours! Not at all an incovenience. It sucked. Well, actually, it didn't, which was part of the problem.
As someone with a mild case of OCD, a handy cleaning tool is a real necessity and a dependable vaccum is at the top of my list. So that's why I was over the moon with my new Dyson. Alright? Everyone feel better? Good.