The Vacuum Cleaner Got What It Deserved

Today was not a good day.  I decided that since my back has finally started feeling better I would get some cleaning done.  I HATE having things stick to the bottom of my feet so...I decided to vacuum.  Everything was okay on the carpets.  This vacuum does a beautiful job on carpets.  Hard floors...not so much.  Anything bigger than a speck of dust gets spat back at my feet while I am trying to vacuum.  Eventually, after running over the same room 5-10 times, it gets clean.  Usually.  Today, this was not meant to be.  The vacuum cleaner was the victim of my hormones and stress.  After yelling at it, which, by the way, does not make it work right, I unplugged it, carried it out the front door and tossed it on the lawn.  It would still be there except for the fact that my husband decided to keep it in the attic where the only floor that needs to be vacuumed is carpeted.  The vacuum cleaner was rescued, grass was picked out of it, and it is now residing in the storage area of our attic.  And I think it got exactly what it deserved.