Is that sad?
It seems a little sad.
Well, heck, he's the one who's always leaving me, saying things like, "I have to go to work to keep you in the style to which you've grown accustomed." Lame excuse, I know, but he's got this Dad complex where he feels compelled to provide this family with things like clothes, food, shelter, electricity, running water...
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
If he'd just get off that silly kick, we'd have a lot more time together, standing in line at the soup kitchen, or hanging out on street corners with cardboard signs. But he doesn't appear to be giving it up anytime soon.
In fact, he bought an iMac so he can do some of his work at home.
Yep, we are the quintessential Mac vs. PC household.
He calls me Spreadsheet Sally, I fake cry for his inability to play games without crashing.
Oh, I'm sorry. Macs don't crash.
Then can you tell me why Mr. 'I love my Mac so much I'm gonna take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant' was on MY computer playing Amazonia ALL DAY yesterday. (He graciously allowed me time to post on my blog, then promptly kicked me right back off.)
So, what's your take on this Mac vs. PC thing? Which side of the debate are you on?