Touched By A Robot
Sigh. Dr. Ding is at this very moment awaiting her favorite automobile diagnostician in the entire world to return with a car battery for The Precious. Swamp heat is hard on vehicles, and The Precious wouldn’t turn over this morning. So I’ve been waiting here, semi-patiently all day. Luckily, I’ve been home to sign for some long-anticipated packages. I even cleaned up the kitchen. I have also done laundry and organized my bathroom (the beyonce has his own, which is part of the secret of our success as a couple). And yet I grow restless.
You may find this abhorrent, but Dr. Ding LOATHES housework. The only thing worth doing within the domestic domain, in my estimation, is laundry. That’s it. Everything else is just a huge time-waster. I keep trying to convince the beyonce that we must needs hire a parlor maid, or at the very least a scullery maid, but he won’t hear of it, the dastardly despoiler that he is.
I think perhaps we could meet in the middle by constructing a steampunk robot who answers to the name of Jeeves. Jeeves’ suprahuman efforts around the house would leave the beyonce and I free to pursue our mutual vision of world domination, 1950s Tiki style. We’re like SO behind on that project, I can’t even begin to tell you.
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