So yesterday my husband, who I love more than anything, vacuumed the house, mopped the floor and then walked into my office and said “Let’s go get you a new Mac desktop.” After I slapped myself across the cheek and then pinched my thigh really hard to make sure I was awake, I said “Don’t be silly. I don’t need a new desktop. Mine is perfectly fine.”
“Ok”, he says, shrugging his shoulders as he walked out of my office.
I try to go back to work but I can’t think straight. The thought of having a new shiny iMac sitting on my desk is now out there. I wasn’t thinking of it five minutes ago but suddenly I want it as much as I want to breathe. You see, I drank the Apple Koolaid about eight years ago and now lust after all things with an ‘i’ in front of it. As a matter of fact, if my husband changed his name to iBill, he might get lucky more often.
I decide to check in with the ladies on Twitter. Hoping against hope that someone will talk me off the ledge, but they’re no help. It’s like having an AA meeting at a bar going to Twitter. Of course these women are no help. They’re all addicted to technology as much as I am. Wrong, wrong place to go. I walk away from the office and try to think of something else. I last all of five minutes.
“OK, let’s go get it”, I say. I am a rock. A rock I tell you.
I bring my new baby home and as usual it’s just so easy. All my information transfers over the the new desktop with a few easy steps. This is why I love Apple. As much as I love shiny new technology, thinking about how it all works makes my head hurt. I actually don’t want to think about it, I just want it to work. Every single Apple product requires me to turn it on and start using it. That’s all. I can do that!
I wish everything in life was that easy. I want iChildren and iCars. I want an iDog. Actually, scratch that I want an iBody for pete’s sake. Sleek, attractive and immune to viruses. *Sigh* I know, I know, I live in an iDream.
So, now it sits on my desk, in all it’s Appletastic glory. Angels are singing on high, at least in my head. I marvel at it's 27 inches of pure beauty and can now confirm that size does matter. I look around at my Mac toys and smile. I shut my new love off and leave the iPad behind for a change.
Time for bed and to show iBill a little iLove.
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