Today I am thankful for my vacuum.
A couple months ago I ran over the cord and sucked up the wires, resulting in a very broken vacuum. I took it to the vacuum repair guy in town (on Hoover avenue...I always think that's amusing) and was vacuum-less for more than a week. I have a Shark sweeper thing that my sisters-in-law gave me, but it doesn't do the greatest job on the carpet, although it does lovely in the kitchen.
It reminded me of my time as a missionary in Romania, where I never had a vacuum. Instead, we had to go outside and hang the rugs over a bar and pound the heck out of them with a rug beater to get all the dust out. I only did it twice my entire mission, and that was just because the mission president said we had to do it. Usually, I just swept the rugs with a broom and hoped for the best. For your viewing pleasure, I'm even including a (not very good) picture of me being a real rug-beating romanca.
Aren't you glad you don't have to do that?