I am sitting right here, in the family room, writing from my new laptop. Woo-hoo!
It is a beautiful machine that will ultimately replace the 12 year old computer that has served us well. And it is all mine. Mine. Can I say that again?
Sure, I'll let Tim and the kids use it. Tim did, after all, buy it for me. But when push comes to shove, I can claim the beast as mine; I'll push the user off, and scurry my fingers over the keyboard in an attempt to either write the next best line in my novel or upload an image to my lectures.
And 12 years from now, I'll move up again to the next technological marvel in existence at the time.
It is a beautiful machine that will ultimately replace the 12 year old computer that has served us well. And it is all mine. Mine. Can I say that again?
Sure, I'll let Tim and the kids use it. Tim did, after all, buy it for me. But when push comes to shove, I can claim the beast as mine; I'll push the user off, and scurry my fingers over the keyboard in an attempt to either write the next best line in my novel or upload an image to my lectures.
And 12 years from now, I'll move up again to the next technological marvel in existence at the time.
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