Love Affair with My Roomba Vacuuming Robot

If I were a socialite or a debutante, then it might be frowned upon for me to fall in love with the hired help. But how can you help not falling head over heels with your own tireless and always ready vacuuming slave ... er ... robot? My obedient little Roomba Vacuuming Robot is a sleek and smart robotic beast. Or shall I say vacuuming monster? With iRobot's unique AWARE Robot Intelligence Systems, the Roomba keeps my floors spotless, and that's no easy task in a Northern New Mexico ranch house with kids and dogs who spend most of their time outside with horses. Heck, my Roomba boy can even detect the dirtier areas of my rugs and concentrate on some deep cleaning when needed. He also stays exactly where I tell him.

And he's so darned cute.

When I first took my new robotic vacuum out of his box, charged up his little Roomba batteries, and pressed the "On" button, Roomba piped up with a four-tone song telling me he was ready to go to work vacuuming my house. I swear I almost cried as that bright eyed and bushy tailed Roomba robot rolled tirelessly across acres of dirty carpet, humming away as he vacuumed, freeing me up to sit on the sofa, drink an iced tea and munch a bon bon or two. My Roomba even has a remote control. And unlike the television remote, this one's all mine.

I simply love a guy who cleans. Now, don't get me wrong. My sexy hunk of a husband was a Navy submariner in his former life, and he likes things spic and span around the house and is very effective at keeping everything shipshape. But not quite as good as my Roomba boy! Let's just say they each satisfy uh ... different ... uh ... needs.

Have you ever fallen hopelessly in love and had this nagging feeling that it was all simply too good, too fabulous to be true? I felt that way about Roomba initially. Surely keeping my floors clean couldn't be this easy, I told myself. After all, the robotic Roomba vacuum sits quietly on his charger when he's not working and returns there afterward, never giving me any lip like that smart alecky and expensive cleaning lady who shall remain unnamed liked to do (along with eating all of the leftover homemade apple pie in my refrigerator).