If you're new here, you might not know that my beloved Mac was taken from me when I left my horrid job. And for those of you that are old hat to this blog, well, you're sick of hearing about it.
But I'm not sick of talking about it.
That's why conversations like THIS happen at the KK household.
Setting: at the dining room table, both KK's staring at Mr. KK's tortoise-moving PC.
KK: "I need a Mac."
MR. KK: "We can't afford a Mac right now. This computer is just fine."
KK: "It sucks."
MR. KK: "It's fine." (He knows, that I know, that he knows, it's NOT fine)
KK: "You just don't understand. It's like...if someone took your lawn mower away from you, and you came home and I gave you a pair of scissors. And I was like, 'Hey, I know this will be frustrating, and it will take a lot longer, but it will get the job done!'."
I make a scissor motion with my fingers towards Mr. KK's head to get my point across.
MR. KK: ((blank stare)) "What is wrong with you?"