Things get damaged, things get broken, I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken...

So my vacuum cleaner caught fire and burned my wall. Lovely. I realize this is in retaliation for my obsessive cleaning problem. Vacuuming three times a day (once in the morning, afternoon, then right before bed) is probably too much for the Little Vacuum That Could.

Instead of buying a new one, I want to punish this one to death - I mean, I have a warranty. So I took it to the service center today. It's good to know that if I also have a problem with my chainsaw, there's no rush - it will take just as long to fix: