If you asked me what I care about in life, the answer would be two things...

[Mister Obvious]

I love my vacuum cleaner.

I sleep with it at arm's distance.

I stroke its cool, aluminum-like center segment.

I take care and pride in emptying its hairy, dusty, dirty, disgusting contents when it gets full.

I dutifully cut the hair out of the spindle on the bottom of the wide/floor vac attachment.

I am IN LOVE.

And this love will never die.

It may change forms.

It may be replaced and upgraded and it may go through highs, and lows.

But IT WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY LIFE AND WILL NEVER FORSTAKE ME.