(yes, we are THAT nerdy couple)
All that to say, I still am glad to home, late at night when it's quiet, with a drink and my own dear, faithful laptop that has MY stuff on it and has MY bookmarks and settings. Am I a complete lunatic? My fiance and little brother both have nicer, newer computers than me, but I love mine. It's been with me for so long. It's had a busted key on it since it was about two weeks old. It's got so many smudges I don't know if I could get them off if I tried. She's had tea spilt on her. She's been bumped, knocked, dropped (kinda), stood on (two year old) and yet she stays strong (mostly).
Oh dear, I just had a "you've got mail" moment. anyone remember frank? the crazy ex-boyfriend who writes columns about how in love with his type-writer he is? I just did that, huh?