A few minutes ago, my alarm went off. As usual, I moaned and audibly complained that it couldn't possibly be 6:30 already. But then my day was brightened by a round little fellow named Roomba. With a musical electronic chirp and a reassuring whirrrrrrr, he sprang forth from his electric domicile to clean the dirt from my carpet and lift the chains from my heart. And yes I'm already anthropomorphizing this little suck machine.

As I took my morning vitamin and brushed my teeth, I watched him roll without trepidation through my living room and dining room. Table and chairs? Not a problem. He cleverly figured out that he was just wide enough to fit between the chair legs and cleaned every inch under the table and all four chairs.

I love you, Roomba! I'm going to take you as my robot bride, and there's no amount of legislation that Governor Pawlenty can pass to sway me.