In which a vacuum is exciting

Scott bought us a Roomba iRobot for Christmas. I never asked for one and I never really planned on looking into buying one. It falls into the category of "most thoughtful gift ever" though because his reasoning was that Maybe now you don't have to freak out about the floors so much if you have something to take care of it for you. He has noticed my plight.

Many of you might say Well, why doesn't he vacuum if it's such a burden on the household? I don't really trust anyone else to do it, so I likely wouldn't let him. I'm an absolute nazi about the floors.

In fact...I sent this to my friend as I was following the Roomba around:

I've noticed:
It's quieter than a regular vacuum, but not as quiet as a dishwasher.
It doesn't suck up cords or curtains that hang low.
It goes right over throw rugs.
It transitions from hardwood to tile to carpet quite seamlessly.
It doesn't get stuck.
IT GOES UNDER THE BEDS. This is the best part.
Since we have a ranch house (and the full basement is just full of plaster-dust and sawdust and tools because it's being worked on), the Roomba is kind of ideal.

I don't know if I'll program it to run while I'm at work, because the dogs will likely go INSANE if they hear it rumbling around upstairs. But the fact that I can turn it on and go about my business is kind of priceless. Well, not really priceless. There's better ways to spend money, I'm sure, than on an automatic vacuum. But if it makes life easier, I'm willing to give it a go. Time is money and all.

Also, as an aside and as a "Merry Christmas to me": The Steelers won and the Broncos lost.