Do Vacuums get jealous?

In the Roomba v. Dyson court case, I don’t know which one I would root for.  I love them both so much.

Roomba- It’s a robot!  Do you realize my daughter won’t remember a time in her life before robots did chores?  I can’t get over how much cooler that is than her not remembering a time before the Internet or DVD players or the Wii.

Dyson-  This yellow giant cleans everything. So well.  Roomba isn’t perfect.  Dyson will always be my first love.

Both of these lovely vacuums were birthday presents (different years) from either my mom or my grandmother-in-law.  Roomba makes it possible for us to not totally lose it when Hurricane Audrey has struck once again and there are Cheerio crumbs, bits of cheese and crayon shavings blocking the nearest exit route.  Dyson and I get to spend less time together, but it’s the kind of quality time that leaves me knowing I could walk upstairs and see neat little vacuum rows.

I know I COULD live without this beautiful pair, but I wouldn’t want to.

This post was made possible by my mom taking Audrey to the ranch for a WHOLE day and was sponsored by Yoplait and PBN.