I am a simple man, with simple wants... I tell my wife honey we should so get one of those cool little robot vacuum things... she says no... I ask her why not, she is a neat freak and it will help out.... she says no again and calls me a dirty word... I point out that our boys are the avatars of the dirt and mess gods... nope... I ask why she hates the idea so much... she looks at me and says she won’t say, I will just laugh at her... so now totally committed to this, I promise not to laugh... her reasoning is that the little oversized hockey puck shaped cleaning robot will get upset constantly cleaning up after us and make it’s way up the stairs and then onto the bed and murder us in our sleep... I stared silently at her... she said it sounds silly she knows that but that’s her concern... I still am silent... she asked what’s wrong... I calmly tell her I am having a mini stroke from her line of reasoning... she calls me an asshole... I am forbidden to buy a roomba because she is worried about the roomba apocalypse.... she is an adult, educated, health care professional, and she thinks a roomba is going to kill us in our sleep... so I now understand why she got upset watching the Boston robotics video where they are knocking the box out of it’s hands... and if ever I hit the lottery I’m buying a hundred of the little bastards to release in the house for when she comes home...