Smokin . . .

Well, I decided to vacuum on Saturday (dang cold weather, I should be at the lake on Saturday), that was my first mistake. I was vacuuming the living room and heard a funny noise. Then I smelled smoke. Then I looked down and saw smoke billowing out of my vacuum cleaner. First I hollered, then I turned the blasted machine off, unplugged it and set it outside. It is now in residence in the garbage can. I went to buy a new one (I was only part way done with the front room), and TJay said he'd come and we'd look at TV's. So, what did we come home with? If you guessed a new vacuum, you'd be wrong. We bought a TV (TJay's story will differ, he'll claim it was all me, he didn't want to buy one, yada-yada). So, I guess I get to go on Monday to purchase a new vacuum, again not finished vacuuming. So, if you come over, don't look at my half vacuumed front room (or, maybe do, but only the vacuumed side not the unvacuumed side. Kind of a glass half full sort of scenerio). If you have any advice on what kind of a vacuum to get (think cheap; not bagless) then please let me know. :)