Vacuuming

The best thing ever in the history of the world is happening to me right now. I'm eating natural peanut butter from Trader Joe's (straight from the jar) while our Roomba cleans my floors.

Several months ago, my roommate bought a robot vacuum cleaner called a Roomba. During the first use, the glorious piece of technology failed us by thinking it was stuck under a chair while in the middle of the room. Poor thing.

So my roommate called the Roomba company and they offered her the low low price of $100 for a new roomba upgrade. She jumped at the chance.

Now we own a new upgraded model that is loyally and robotically sweeping its way past my feet. I find myself cheering it on, outloud. "Come on buddy! You can do it! That TV stand is no match for you! You can do it!"

And sure enough, it weasels itself loose and with complete dedication, continues to free the floors of cat hair.

I love this roomba. As I write, my roommate is familiarizing me with her favorite TV shows from the late 90's. While I listen, my house is being vacuumed. My dumb cat runs by, shedding with each step of chubby little body, and the Roomba, in it's magnificence, mocks him.

Tonight, because of the Roomba I get to...

Enjoy a cocktail.

Watch DVDs of a sock puppet show.

Watch my cat struggle between the desire to attack or freak out.

Eat Peanut butter out of the jar.

I love being a homeowner in the 21st century.