I Need a Robot

This week is one of those weeks where I wish I had a robot. There are dozens of reasons to wish for a robot:

• You need to go back in time to murder someone who invents something that destroys humanity and you're just too busy to do it yourself.

That's about the only reason I can think or right now besides the reason that *I* need a robot. I need a robot to clean my house. And mow my yard. The house needs to sparkle by Thursday morning. I need that cartoon robot who wears a maid's outfit and sasses back. No. Actually, 86 the sass. I'm the boss of my cartoon robot and I'm not afraid to show it the back of my hand.