I have a confession, I am a closet marshmallow connoisseur. I was the kid around the campfire chasing a perfect golden brown while I scoffed at the sacrilege of the other kids hyperventilating as they covered their flaming carcinogen-pops in spit.

I grew up on a farm just outside of Mancos, a small town in Southwestern Colorado. And by small, I mean the no stoplight, twenty-five kids in my graduating class, I actually went cow-tipping, kind of small.

After hearing some stories on the news about companies using robots to increase productivity and reduce their workload, I actually ended up buying a few. They’ve worked out so well I plan to buy as many as I can and recommend that you do the same, as they happen to be great at one thing that we can all benefit from… earning money.  Here’s how:

Your heart drops when you step on the scale after the holidays, or you open your credit card statement to a find balance so high you go through it line by line suspecting that a Russian hacker used it to buy bitcoins.

In the book, The Number, author Lee Eisenberg features these sarcastic “rules of investing” that fabulously illustrate these common investor pitfalls:

I’ve had a rash of newlyweds coming into my office lately and having just tied the proverbial knot a few months back myself, the subject of money and nuptials has been coming up a lot.