I want a Roomba. Or better yet, a Scooba.
Mostly, I want it because I despise cleaning floors, but I also want it because I suspect the cats will go ballistic, thus providing me with clean floors AND hours of entertainment. I've wanted one for that purpose ever since I read Sar's account of her cat
hiding behind an avocado. Sadly, I don't think I'm going to get a Roomba anytime soon, and I'm even less likely to get a Scooba, because holy hell, I can clean a lot of floor for that much money. I just informed Amy that I wanted one for Christmas, and she responded with a rather skeptical "...ooookay" which I think roughly translates into "we can't afford it, and besides, we have a perfectly good broom."
(And yes, I know I don't do Christmas, and even when I did, we never bothered with gifts for each other. So... yeah. Not getting one for Christmas. Dammit.)