I really should have known better than (again) to let the Old Man buy it when we needed an appliance replaced.  I should have remembered how, when my Sunbeam Mixmaster 'died' (at long last), he went out to replace it.  He brought home a new mixer, all right, and proudly showed off his purchase.  I took one look at the contraption as he basked in a glow of virtue . . .  "Why did you get that Harley-Davidson mixer?":  I asked him hotly.  Well, it's been known as the "Harley-Davidson mixer" ever since.  And I do not operate it.  It is now Hubby's job!   (I do have a hand mixer, which I use for 'little' mixing jobs that cannot be quickly done by hand (sans machine).

Then, we wound up needing a new vacuum sweeper a while back.  This morning, he got it out for a quick clean-up chore, and I was reminded once again of my mistake in letting him buy the replacement.  Never mind the brand name, let me simply tell you that our vacuum sounds just like a Boeing 727 jet whose engines are being "revved up"  just prior to take-off.

(At least, we own one of the quietest automatic dishwashers available these days.  I led THAT shopping expedition.)) 

ha, ha, Bonnie. My hubby can't even get replacement light bulbs right! No way he would be allowed to go alone to get an appliance!