Posted December 25th, 2003 by Michelle

I don’t know about the rest of you out there in cyber-land, but my Christmas had been something to behold. I’m writing from a brand-spanking-new 14-inch G4 iBook that is 100% mine. Jordana is shuffling rook cards, and the gods are sifting big, fat, white snowflakes from the heavens. (What a visual- all the heathen gods busy making orange rolls, Zeus manning the flour sifter, Aphrodite grating orange rind.) We were out the door to see Return of the King once more when the trip was vetoed in favor of games around the dining room table. Mom is starting to prepare enchilladas, and I am crawling around my computer, trying out all the bells and whistles.

I barely know what to do with myself. This machine is so sleek, so sexy, so absolutely the best possible thing to land in my life (along with my California opportunity) that the only way I could possibly express myself would be to run outside, arms flailing, screaming and jumping up and down. It’s simply the coolest ever.

*contented sigh*