I think...

actually I am pretty sure I broke the vacuum.
Everyday I vacuum. Everyday! Sometimes twice a day.
Well today it smelled really bad. Like burning rubber/hot electronics. I called to tell Austin and he says 'you probably just broke the belt'. Um... no! That is the first thing I checked. Duh!
I have learned not to call the en-g-neer until I have checked everything it could possibly be. Therefore I checked the belt and the roller thingy (thankfully he doesn't require technical names) and even changed the bag. So he says 'You used it to clean up those Cheerios didn't you?' Well I didn't. I swept them up and threw them right away thankyouverymuch.
I then reminded him that the stupid thing is 9 years old. He came back with 'Okay, your 28 what is your point.' I got a little irritated at that and said 'If you used me like I use that vacuum I would be dead too.'
I have to say that got to him and he said 'I don't have time to argue about this at work. If you think we need a new one just go buy one.' This made me very happy because I have been asking for a new for over a year.
I guess my problem was that I always asked him when he was at home. I think from now on I will ask about everything when he is busy at work.
I think next week I will ask for a new fridge...