Remember a couple of weeks ago when my dad came to visit and made me fix my phone and internet because, "Normal people do not handle all of their miscellaneous business on their iphone while sitting at stoplights."
He also made me solemnly swear to never try to groom my dog again. I promise, if he could have found the clippers, he would have fixed her awful haircut himself.
I hid them.
And being Mr. Gadgety McGadgetson, he told me about his favorite household item and in his description, he said three words that will forever change my life.
"It vaccuums for you."
I know that's actually four but it's Spring Break and I'm living a little.
Through some serious investigation, I found that Trey and I had some unused points to an online store that carries all kinds of gadgets, and whizbangs, and such.
So, after some research, believing my dad's testimony, and finding a way to pay for the thing without actually spending any cash money, I ordered a Roomba.
It arrived on Friday and I'm going to admit, I was a little skeptical. Our house gets really, really dirty. I mean with the kids, and the dog, and the kids, and the sidewalk chalk, and the indoor skateboarding, I'm almost constantly sweeping my floors and they never really get totally clean.
People, it goes under my couches. I don't even want to go under my couches.
It goes under the chairs, up over the rugs, and all around the dog kennel. It picks up everything and then, when it's done, it parks itself to recharge. IT PARKS ITSELF!!!
It completes me.
If it were a good kisser, Trey might have reason to feel threatened.
The first time I turned it on, I called Trey giggling like a schoolgirl. After having used it for several days, I can't say it's saving me a ton of time because all I do is follow it around holding my coffee watching it clean for me.
Darius thinks I've totally lost it and Dea wants one to do his laundry. I think Graham has thought about trying to ride it but has seen how much I love it and has thought twice.
The little ones and I are headed to Austin with some friends for a couple of days and I'm having some seperation anxiety. Would it be too much to ask that Trey read the entire owner's manual before he touches it?
I guess I'd better let him use it. After all, if he ever finds out how many cool, fishing gadgets he could have gotten instead of a robotic vaccuum, I might be in trouble.