My husband has officially become an enabler of my addiction. Mr-Are-You-On-That-Computer-Again bought me the ultimate addict’s birthday gift. Thank you! Thank you!
No, it wasn’t a bottle of single-malt Scotch, nor was it a gift certificate to the local casino. I am talking computer-addict here. He gave me a gift that I had never even heard of before. A gift that I didn’t realize that I couldn’t live without until I first laid eyes on it: A brand new, shiny, cute, slim, little MacBook Air!
It is so light and tiny (and did I mention SLENDER?). A mere wisp of a laptop, about the size of a clipboard and almost as thin. If computers were supermodels, this one would be Twiggy. It is so unobtrusive and pleasant to use, I can now blog anywhere! In bed, in the bathroom, on the back deck, on the sofa covered in cats, while driving the kids to school…well, OK, perhaps not everywhere.
Does my husband think that by tempting me with a cutting-edge computer he’ll be able to entice me down the slippery slope of technology towards…gasp…a TV? Is this the thin end of the wedge in his mind?
After all, my oh so gorgeous little ethereal MacBook Air does have a giant apple on the case. Is this The Apple that will get me kicked out of the Eden of TV-free living???