i can't believe that i have failed to mention here how much i love vacuums. if you have talked to me on the phone lately though, you have probably heard me talking about them. they are often the first (and many times the only) thing i talk about on the phone. let me tell you about the vacuums we have; there is dan, the black vacuum in the garage, there is the dirty vacuum which is daddy's little shop vac in the garage, there is bee the electric broom in the kitchen, there is the fancy vacuum in the close that mommy and daddy use to vacuum the house (i wish they would do that everyday), and finally there is dusty, my play vacuum. mommy and daddy say i have an obsession. just because i constantly talk about and want to use vacuums, why does that mean i am obsessed?