Wednesday, February 4, 2009
We got home safe and sound, are missing the heck out of our friends in Oregon, and TubaDad is off on another international biz trip. He did a little grocery shopping before hopping back on a plane, and left this in the fridge for us: Mmmm. Unfortunately, it's already half gone and not a single cookie has been made... Silly guy, did he actually think any of that dough would make it to the oven, especially during a week alone with the girls? In other news, TubaDad went shopping for his own bday present last week and came home with a MacBook Pro for me. Huh? Well apparently it's supposed to replace my aging HP laptop, and his gift is that he doesn't have to spend hours a week supporting my tempermental Windows PC any longer. The only problem is that I hate the thing. Oh man. I feel a little embarrassed to admit that out loud, like I should be whispering or something. I know, I know, Macs are cool and hip and better than sliced bread and all that and everyone just raves about them. But I just plain don't like this one -- I don't like the feel of it (ergonomically speaking), I miss my home/pg up/pg dn/end/back keys, and I reallyreallyreally dislike the way the Mac interface works in comparison to the PC interface. It actually drives me crazy (whispering again). We've got a few more days of free trial, and I'm going to try my hardest to make peace with the blasted thing, because I truly do understand his tech-support pain. But if I can't learn to love it just a little, it's going back, even though I know I'll never hear the end of it. TubaDad will probably make me wear a t-shirt that says "Can you believe I actually chose a Windows PC over a Mac?" or something equally humiliating. Anyone else need one of those t-shirts?