MY ROBOT LOVER ‘N’ ME

Sometimes the world gives birth to robots. Sometimes people make themselves feel better by correcting other people’s grammar. Sometimes the people who think they are correcting other people’s grammar are wrong and I get to laugh at them. And sometimes you find another person who is actually a robot, too, who can be your robot lover and together you hop aboard the Tardis, scamper back and forth in time, and write each other old timey love letters along the way. And if your new time traveling robot companion likes bees as much as you do, all the more better. This blog documents the love affair between two such robots, who really just think the rest of the world has too many feelings. And, I mean, there was Catholic school, so we are cranky and have issues.