This time there is no hand me down. Although sitting at his computer now writing this post, I can see it would ROCK. Big beautiful silver Mac. I'm sure it has an official title from the Apple people, but I just know it's very large, runs like butta, and is shiny new. But it is shiny new and Terry is not about to give it up.
So, my beloved tells me in the middle of his flu induced psychosis, he was going to find me a used Mac laptop. He had feelers out for one since so many of his tech-y buds upgrade more frequently than normal people. I was okay with that. Heck, I've been itching for a laptop for a while. And used is good. I like a deal. Actually, that's the reason I have so many "cute" clothes in my closet I never wear. They were a good deal. I really need to stop that.
Then I get an direct Tweet that my laptop has shipped and he got a great deal and free shipping. Do you know what that means? A new one people!
I. Cannot. Wait.
I keep checking out the door just in case the UPS or FedEx man comes while I'm not looking. I gave it up last night around 10 p.m.
When it gets here I'll let you know. I may have to find the coolest wi-fi spots in Edmond to visit so I can sit and blog like some of my uber-cool friends. I hear Panera is very good.