Comments on: I Married a Robot

By: JD

JD — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:24:52 +0000

Corrina: Yeah, hilarious and perplexing. He’s a strange one, my robot. But I love him. (Plus I get all the cake!)

N. Reeves: Good point! And Transformers are expensive!

By: N. "payrol jobs" Reeves

N. "payrol jobs" Reeves — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:57:28 +0000

You really married a robot and a transformer one at that. He really can change into a stubborn grouch when it comes to food.

By: Corrina

Corrina — Thu, 07 May 2009 03:50:17 +0000

That cracked me UP! Your robot is awesome. Cake tastes like air to him, though? Hilarious, if not a little perplexing.

By: JD

JD — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:20:20 +0000

Karen, author of “My Funny Dad, Harry”: I’m sorry to hear your dad suffered from trouble swallowing. I wonder if it was EE? Another diagnosis, apparently, is acid reflux. I know my husband was reluctant to eat out, too.

Florida Girl In Sydney: I know, right? Who in their right mind could compare cake to air? Only a robot. Or maybe an alien.

By: Florida Girl In Sydney

Florida Girl In Sydney — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 13:07:05 +0000

“It’s like eating air.” Obviously something only a robot would say.

By: Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry"

Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry" — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 10:24:44 +0000

My dad had trouble swallowing too for years--he never did ask the doctor about it. Just lived with it. It didn't happen all the time, but he would never eat out at a restaurant again once it happened at a restaurant once. Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry"’s last blog post..Leave The Weeds Alone!

By: JD

JD — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 13:06:25 +0000

ann of the junkdrawerblogfamily: I'm so glad you chimed in. Your husband is WAY more of a robot than mine. That fruits and vegetables thing is just plain scary and don't get me started on the rising before dawn to run. Who can live like that? Wait, Does not enjoy coffeecake??? . . . *faints* Jaq: I was hoping you'd read this post. So your dad has it too, eh? I'm not surprised. We're getting together today for Uncle Dave's birthday, where we will be served questionable cold-cuts and grocery-store cake. YES, when his mom serves cake, he will eat it.

By: Jac

Jac — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 02:59:02 +0000

I laughed so hard when I read this post because it has been my understanding that my own father is a robot. And he does the “not choking” but really choking thing too.

Ahh… you gotta love Xmas get togethers (which I have sucessfully managed to get out of since I’ve been in the Army– the true reason I re-enlist comes out).

By: ann of thejunkdrawerblogfamily

ann of thejunkdrawerblogfamily — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:49:21 +0000

I am so happy to hear that another woman out there also has a robot for a husband.

1. In 28 years of working, he never missed a day for being sick. He did tell me that once he threw up at work and the company president made him go home. It happened in the afternoon, so he only missed half the day.

2. Arrives home from China still looking and smelling fresh.

3. Gets up at 3:45 am every morning to run 6 miles before work. Lightning, snow, rain, ice, wind…nothing stops him.

4. Only person I know who eats 5 servings of fruits and veggies every. single. day.

5. Does not drink coffee.

6. Could live without cake.

7. Does not enjoy coffeecake.

By: JD

JD — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 17:15:31 +0000

Jen: Ah. A woman who loves her Diet Coke. I think I could live without peanut butter, because I don't eat it that often, but when I do want it? Get out of my way. Tim: Heh. No doubt. Robot Dave has sampled Tim Horton's (and declared his undying robot love for it), but, no, we only get the packaged kind here. Sniff. Wendy: Ewwwww! Well, Dave has had to have the endoscope shoved down his throat a few times and a stent put it. The cause: the humble nut. Found in such delicacies as Almond Joy and Snickers. Poor Dave. But wait! NOT Poor Dave, because, YES! He did give up coffee just like that. So annoying. I could stop if I wanted to . . . but I don't want to. Angelika: Thank you!!! Natural: Oh, it was so funny. The whole frickin' family probably has it and thinks it's totally normal. If my niece is reading this---Jackie?---I wonder if she remembers.