That's right. After 28 years (and five years into the 21st century) I finally own a robot of my very own:
A Roomba! Yesterday (Monday) I tried it out for the first time. It got stuck a couple of times and beeped for help, but other than that it worked flawlessly. How I don't have to vaccuum the floor myself; I have an electronic slave friend to do it for me.
He is also Fantastico's new best friend. The whole time Roomba was working, Fantastico stayed three feet away from him and just watched and watched and watched. She hissed at him when it got stuck under the couch, but by the end of the day she was getting kinda used to him (I kept on running him because it was just so much fun to watch him work).
Anyway. Yesterday was the 1st day of Kwanzaa, so happy Kwanzaa, everybody. Last night was the 2nd night of Hanukkah, so Happy Hanukka, everybody.
Carrie had the troubles waking up in the morning, so she didn't go to work until her official start time of 9:00 (as opposed to the 8:00 time she usually shoots for). Geoff was dropping Brandy off (with some homemade Gibbs cinnamon rolls) at the same time, so I took him back to my house and showed off the cool stuff I got, including Roomba.
A couple hours later Carrie called and asked if I could bring down all of the many CDs she got for Christmas (seriously, she got something like eight or ten). So I drove them down to her and she told me I could have a cinnamon roll.
I walked out into the store on my way to the party room (where cinnamon rolls live). Brandy saw me and said, "Oh, you've come to work for me so I can go home?" She was still rather sick. Take it from me and Carrie, it sucks to be sick on Christmas. I felt bad for her. So to make it up to her I ate one of the cinnamon rolls. All right, so that did nothing for her. But it tasted goot to me, baby!
I spent much of the day enjoying my Christmas presents and not enjoying cleaning dishes. Viki dropped Carrie off after work so I didn't have to go pick her up. Then we went straight to Half-Priced Books so Carrie could spend some of her Christmas moneys on party/cooking/entertaining books. I also picked up Time for the Stars, the only Heinlein book I've never actually owned (I read it in a library once), for $2.
We swung by Metropolitan Market on the way home (even though it is no way, shape, or form on the way home) and bought some soup and croissants for din-dins on account of their being soft and easy for Carrie to eat.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes, playing Animal Crossing: Wild World, and watching James Bond movies on the TV.
We didn't actually get to bed until after midnight. I was able to watch (for the first time) some NWA:TNA wrestling. The main event was Christian versus me! Well, okay, not really me.
