that song stuck in your head

Let’s be clear. Robots are awesome. 

Last night, a trusty robot kept a steady breeze coming into my bedroom. (Much appreciated by the Mrs. because I sweat profusely, especially when I’m slaying ninjas in my dreams.) Contemplate the awesomeness of robots. Prior to the robotic fan, some clown had to wave a giant tree leaf to make a breeze. Even Solomon, in all his riches, didn’t have a robot fan boy. I do. 

So, why won’t the Mrs. let me get a roomba. I don’t know. She seems fine with the idea of a robot generating wind, an epic endeavor. But, she objects to a robot sweeping the floors. Go figure. 

P.S. - I accept gifts on all major holidays, a gift receipt won’t be necessary ~_^