My Husband's New Girlfriend.

 That's what I'm calling her.  He is OBSESSED with her. Seriously OBSESSED! 

Who is she?  He calls her Rosie, as in Rosie the Robot from The Jetsons.  And she is indeed a "robot."  Or at least a vacuum-bot. Here is a (blurry) photo of his beloved in action:


He has long wanted a robot vacuum.  Unfortunately our home in NJ is not conducive to it.  Too many stairs.  Too areas with rugs and different kinds of flooring.  It would have been a mess.  It would have been a disaster!  (Most likely ending in an untimely death of the poor robot that tried to clean the house.)

 However, in the Poconos we are basically on one floor.  (I'm ignoring the basement and the loft above the family room.)  There are no rugs to trip over.  There is a lot of open space, which makes for robot maneuvering ease.  Now was the time to purchase.  So we did.  (Okay, so my mother-in-law did for her son. What can I say, she's a wonderful woman who loves her son.)

 She was sitting (out in the cold) on our front porch when we arrived from NJ one evening.  (Don't worry, she wasn't alone...she was surrounded by 3 other packages.  I'm sure they all kept each other warm.)  We brought her in and let her relax in the hallway.  (What else were we to do?)

 Friday, December 6th was the great unboxing day.  Rosie was released from her cocoon of cardboard and set free to roam on the floors.  (Did you hear the angels sing?)

 Her first "mission" was to "map" the house.  She still had 50% energy out of the box which was enough to allow her to go, go, go! Away she went.  My husband followed her from room to room like a lovesick puppy.  He was amazed with her stealth and skill as she ambled from room to room.

 Upon completing her first task, she returned to her "home base" in our office

She spent most of the afternoon resting and recharging.  But once she achieved 100%, hubby was ready to let her run rampant.  For nearly 3 hours she scurried and bumped her way from room to room. She went where no man had gone before!  (Under the beds.)  She avoided "sensitive" spots (under the desks which are full of computer wiring; which means that is where I will need to manually go).  

 My husband followed her around.  He talked to her.  He talked to her A LOT.  (Dare I say more than he usually talks to me?  Maybe I'm exaggerating...a little.)  As she went from room to room, so did he, making sure that she was okay.  (She did get into trouble a couple of and he was there comfort her and bail her out!)  He even turned on the lights in rooms that she worked in.  (She doesn't NEED light!)

 He called his mother to tell her how much he loved Rosie and what a wonderful job she was doing.  (Did he ever do that for me?  I think not!)

 Yes, he is seriously besotted with Rosie.  And I have to admit she did a good job cleaning the floors.  (Better than I ever would.  Unlike Rosie I am not eager to spend hours going from room to room and cleaning floors.)  Like me, after many hours of work, Rosie was worn out and running on fumes.  Cleaning IS an exhausting task.

 So I guess I'll just have to deal with having "the other woman" live (and charge) in our office.  As long as she rests in her own private corner and I get the king sized sleep number bed with feet warmer, I'll have to be okay with it.  But if she moves into the bedroom...

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