Milk Carton Roomba.

I was recently blessed to spend some magical time, in a magical location, with my wonderful family.

While visiting, I noticed a roomba buzzing in the background.

You know what my immediate thought was after, 'that's so cool?'

Wait, WTF, I have one of those too!

I sent it on its merry way a few years ago, and that bitch ran away and never even sent her mama a postcard.

And that is why I forgot all about her.

Until that stinging memory came burning back in that moment of watching her sister diligently, and responsibly, doing her chores.

And me?

I carelessly forgot about her and just sent for a backup.

I had been callous in our breakup as well.

I didn't even put her on a milk carton.

She never had a chance.

The odd thing is, I am no Queen of Versailles.

I live in a small ass house.

Where the hell did she go was my first question, and my second was question, is there room for me?

Because clearly no one can find you, and I could use some of that stealthy hiding power myself.

BRB.

This may be the best game of Sardines I will ever play.

Xoxo,

C.

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