Giving notice here, brothers of mine-you can no longer claim to be Mom’s favorite. Neither can I, if it’s any comfort. A new love has claimed her affections-and she’s not even flesh and blood. She is a bit like a large Frisbee with wheels, rumbles as she moves, and trundles through the house uninhibited...and her name is Gumby.
It’s the Roomba! Mother is talking to it like it is a member of the household. She does seem a little gender confused…usually it is “she” but sometimes she calls it “he”…last night she dreamed she let it sleep on her bed.
Ok, guys…time for an intervention? How about if we just get her a cat [against her protests, of course…it’s for her own good.]…
1 comment:
I cannot be replaced by a machine. I am flesh and blood. I have a feeling.
If the cats and dogs can't sleep on the bed why can this thing.
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