I got a text from Vic a few mornings ago that Fed Ex would be arriving. Sure enough, five minutes later, I padded downstairs in my bathrobe to answer the door and bring up a rather large box. It was 11 am and little did I know that my purpose in life was shifting below my bare feet.
When Vic got home, he rushed to the office and with a giddy evil grin exclaimed, “You’ve been outsourced! Waa Haaa Haaa!”
The menacing iRobot sits in a pod, waiting to brush and vacuum our floors. The cat has made friends with it and sits on top of it purring. Vic, being a bit of geek, has already been thinking of special instructions he can code into it with Linux.
I can only hope that it will never be able to cook truffled egg toast. Vic says it gives us more time to “enjoy each other’s company” but I am not so sure.
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My roomba is named “mr sucky”. The dog has negotiated a tenuous peace treaty with him.
HA! It would figure that you would have one of these already. I am dubious. I am also curious what Victor will name it.
The question is does it really work? How will it do on our hardwood floors and rugs? How will it find its way through our wonky house that at times still confuses me?
Is this a cosmic domestic coincidence or what? I just posted on my blog about MY Roomba almost exactly the same time as you, though I’ve had it for about two weeks now. It’s my new pet and I love it. I’m thinking about putting everything on blocks so it can wander as it pleases. Wish they made a Hello Kitty version.
“Cosmic!” I’d say, JSN.
You know, you can buy “skins” and I guess I have a fine idea what to buy you next to cover up your dinged up Roomba. How about that 70’s smiley face, chasing your cats around the room…