iiiiii LOVE to go swimmin’ with bow-legged wimmin and diiiive between their legs!

Alert, alert, alert! Kayak Woman! Roomba comin’ along in yer direction. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Move yer feet apart and let the cute li’l roomba come thru. And so I did and cute li’l roomba came thru.

And so, I bought a roomba vacuum cleaner a couple weeks ago. I hate to vacuum. I would probably love to vacuum if I could command everything in the room to levitate about five feet off the ground for the duration (keeping all the blasted knick-knacks intact, of course (I hate dusting too but that’s a whole ‘nother thing)) so I could vacuum the whole blasted floor. But I can’t do that. I have to move furniture around and vacuum and then move it back. Now, I am an AMAZON! I can move furniture if I need to. But life is too damn short for that stuff. It’s boring and I’m sorry.

So. A couple weeks ago, the GG, who fixes appliances and mechanical crap around here, was out of town. I looked at the Back Room and decided that I at least needed to vacuum up the big chunks. Problem. I could not get our super-duper not-that-old upright vacuum cleaner to power up. I tried a bunch of different outlets and it did not work. Okay. Dum de dum de dum. We are not rich. But we both have good jobs with decent salaries. I have been intrigued with these Roombas for a long time. AgateGal has one and she raved about it. And, what the heck? The GG gets to have a remote-controlled helicopter so why shouldn’t I have a robot vacuum cleaner?

I love this little roomba. It does its job. You do have to clean it but that’s a user-friendly process. It cleans better than I do. When it is finished, things actually feel clean. I don’t think I do as good a job. I think it does learn. I took a lot less time for it to do my kitchen tonight than it did the last time.

I don’t understand all that stoopid FTC stuff about blahg disclosures. My blahg is really just my own random blatherings. I can’t even check my stats at the moment. People read my blather or not and comment or not. It’s all okay. If I talk about a product that I like, it’s just because I own it and I like it. Honda vee-hickles. Smart wool socks. Roombas. Nobody is paying me for anything except for my employer. And I work very hard for that.

4 Responses to “iiiiii LOVE to go swimmin’ with bow-legged wimmin and diiiive between their legs!”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Wow, Tonya and you are both Roomba ladies!! Maybe I should hope for the death of my old vacuum, so that I can get one. Are they really expensive??

  2. Tonya Says:

    I absolutely LOVE my Roomba! (And it does amaze me what a good job it does). I can’t help but grin when I send him on his missions. (He is SO CUTE, and seems to be very happy doing his thing). Margaret, they aren’t cheap, but you wouldn’t want it to be because you want quality and sturdiness. But they aren’t outlandish, either. Probably comparable to a good quality regular vacuum (that you have to lug and push and pull and trip over the cord…)

  3. Dona Says:

    My kids — who are supposed to be the vacuum-ers in the family begged for a Roomba. My husband, the back-up vacuum-er said no.

    We have friends who bought one — I think they liked it, I don’t really know if they still use it. They also have a cleaning lady.

  4. l4827 Says:

    Now I’m kinda wantin’ a Roomba to sweep me off my feet, make room for when it needs to clean between my legs or any dirty areas.
    — D