Okay, I have this glorious MacBook for less than a week, and I have been hiding it from the kids. Call me anal, but I do not want them to play with it. Sue me. So, I bring it out of the sock drawer where I keep it and I place it onto the bed. I turn away and Matthew steps onto the bed and walks across the mattress. He walked towards the laptop and places a foot on the white beauty and steps -- STEPS -- on the laptop and over it.
He walked on my new laptop, people!
I walk over -- okay, I do a fast walk/slow run -- to check my laptop. I open the lid, hit the Power button and notice in one second that there isn't a lightening strike line crack down the middle of the screen.
The MacBook is fine. Works well and just needs an owner who doesn't allow his son to use a new laptop as a doormat. Sorry, Matthew. This one is my fault, buddy.
One wife, three kids, a dumb dog and a MacBook. I wear khakis -- got a problem with that?
Who is this clown?
- Phil from Ossining
- Married. Father. Editor. Writer. Power pop fan. Apple enthusiast. My main web site is down so this one will have to do. Damn...