Loved it. Thanks for the laughs.

I inherited a Roomba as what — a consolation prize, maybe? Great sense of humor, the ex. It belonged to the mom-in-law. Worked like a charm for her when we set it up.

I won it in the leave-taking. Lucky me. Momma didn’t want it any more. I unpacked it in high hopes. Lights came on, it charged up — wouldn’t move. I swear it was pining for it’s former owner. Who knew a Roomba would bond with it’s mommy?