I happen to like them apples very much.

So, Anita and I had a perfect girls shopping day on Saturday. The weather was perfect. We had lunch, and coffee, and walked at least four or five miles just browsing for a few things. I needed to get a birthday gift for my brother that would ship easily to London. Anita needed shoes and a dress for Thanksgiving, and I mentioned that I'd like to swing by the apple store at 22nd and Walnut to drool over the macbook I was almost ready to buy.
While we were still a block away from the store having coffee, I made Anita promise not to let me put the macbook on my credit card. I have a problem with instant gratification, and after one more deposit into my new computer fund, I could buy it in cash. She told me she would not allow it, and in we went.
One hour later we were shoe hunting and I had an apple box under my arm. Anita did not fail me however. Turns out they have certified used models for sale (still covered under apple care and everything) and after I told the Jack the sales guy how I intended to use it, he said the cute little white one on the end would be my new BFF (and for less that half the cost of the new one).
This is how my love affair began (unexpectedly, like all the good ones).
I spent my Saturday night getting to know my way around a mac. I love how the little icons magnify when you mouse over them. I love how they bounce when you start a program. I love how everything looks all soft and glowy compared to a pc. I love how the pulsing light on the front looks like breathing when you put it to sleep (awwww). I love how Garage Band is the perfect example of pointless fun. I love the lack of error messages and plug ins and restarts and that 'thunk' sound when something fails and the pretty icons. Even though I still don't know where things go when I save them-- I don't care. Because that's what love is all about.