Doing things around the yard - heck, being generally "handy" at all - has never been something that I would describe me as doing with any regularity.  But at the end of each night this week, I feel down right blue collar.

You see, I got a Robomower this week (and with that statement I just lost any feeling towards me from the public of blue-collardness), and I've been placing, testing and burying the required perimeter wire.  What keeps me going despite the sore joints each night is the knowledge that when all is done, I won't have to mow again.

Or in my case I won't have to pay someone else to mow again.

When the robots rise, I will be the first victim.  Chopped into bits, and then Roomba'd up.

Robomower