Long story short. We love our iMac. We love it so much we talked my parents into getting one. And guess what? They've had problems from day one. Sooo, a year later the thing finally, basically, stopped working. And my husband, who every time he looked at their computer seemed to harm it more, felt really guilty. So when all four of us met at the Apple store yesterday I very begrudgingly handed over my MacBook to my mom so they wouldn't have to go without a computer for too much longer.
I think I'm having withdrawals. Seriously. I miss my MacBook. Really.
That's so sad, isn't it?
I'll be back soon.