Two hours later, I left that chair with a new cap and a big fat bottle of horse-pill sized motrin. I thought, "I'm going to the Apple store."
Damn if I didn't run into Anne there. So odd. Here we are, flirting with Roberto, the handsome salesman from Brazil. (Roberto is not in this photograph.)

Y'all, I bought a macbook. I don't know why. Wait -- it had to do with a combo of nitrous, the need for retail therapy, and lust. For Roberto. I mean, for the macbook.
My old macbook is so old and creaky. The new one is so so shiny!
There is a two week return policy. It's sitting now in my foyer, looking sweet and scary.
1 comment:
This made me laugh out loud! Oh, how I wish you could still sit next to me!! ;)
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