Originally posted by Killdeer: If my husband ever bought toys for himself, and then bought me a vacuum cleaner, it would be up his nose faster than you can say, "Schnozz". The ringed hose hanging from his nostril would make him sound like an asthmatic elk in a rain barrel.In our early years, he bought me an iron for Christmas. He survived because I was young and insecure back then, and only maimed him. I am older now and don't give a rat's rumpus room.Ten dozen? :rolleyes: Sweet dreams are made of these.Killdeer