Allow me a second to sound like an infomercial: For about two or three weeks, we’ve had a robot in our house, and we couldn’t be happier about it. When I was out of town last month, Jarren surprised me by purchasing a “Roomba Vacuuming Robot.” With two full-size dogs and nothing but hardwood floors in our house, this is a welcome change of pace. I found myself sweeping about once every other day, just to keep up with the dog hair. Now, Roomba does all of that work for me. I can just sit back and relax, and Roomba’s sensors know how to manage around various pieces of furniture throughout the house. It’s pretty amazing, and ends with a better result than I could ever provide.
Basically, I wonder at times if Roomba is smarter than me. I mean, sure, Roomba was able to set up the HD TV system without any hassle, but it’s not like I didn’t help. And, besides, Roomba wants 5.1 surround sound hooked up… but Roomba isn’t willing to chip in. I’m just awaiting the day when I come home from work, and Jarren has left me for Roomba and they have split town, leaving nothing but a “Dear John” letter and a lot of excess dust.