And yes, I do know a few things about it since I spent from 0-19 in Oklahoma.
So here I am in Florida, between the gazillions of particles of sand and my water loving chocolate lab, Tripp, the floors are never squeaky clean. My trophy husband, Mick- decides to buy me Roomba,–robotic vacuum, as a present to help out with the floors.
As it suspiciously arrives before he is returning from another beach trip with the dog, I decide that I should open it. I do so grumpily, as we definitely don’t need another techno gadget that requires maintenance and makes noise, reluctantly figure out how to get it on it’s charger, fiddle with the clock/timer and go about my day.
About four hours later, I return from a peaceful dog/husband free afternoon, to walk in upon a wrrrrrrrr, and discover “Bertha”, (yes she has a name now) making zig-zags across the living room floor and bumping into everything in her path. She backs up, turns and goes under the couch, but that is not it…..It is me peeking around the corner and watching her zag, scoot & 180” turn for more than 2 minutes, Redneck entertainment for sure!
But…..the realization I had was the loving, kind and thoughtful effort that my husband undertook to research and buy this overpriced techno gadget.
Thank you God! I no longer have to ride around on the broom!!