When we got our tax return this year, we bought a brand new vacuum cleaner.
It is a thing of beauty. It is top rated by Consumer Reports (I do work in a library; when I look something up for myself, it's a reference question) and has a general air of bad-ass-ed-ness. Not to mention it has a dirt sucking sensor feature. This means that I can actually see if there is any dirt left in the carpet before I move to the next spot.
*sigh*, it's beautiful.
Then, when we got back from vacation, we were trying to do laundry so Jason could leave the next day to go to Indiana for Triennium. As the good wife, I went in to move his clothes to the dryer from the washer and stepped into a quarter inch of water.
So we bought a new washer and dryer last month.
Also Consumer Reports rated (natch) and Energy Star rated. I now do laundry in half the time and find myself ruminating over the choices of HE laundry detergent.
I woke up last week and realized that I'm living the dream . . . the 1950's dream.