This was another whirlwind weekend, with parties in two different states. I'll talk about them more later, but I first I wanted to reach out to my readers in the hope that they might put in a word with Dad to let me play with his new iMac. It's so pretty and hypnotic, did he and Mom really think I wouldn't want to touch it? And sorry Dad, but playing with the box is no substitute for the real thing.
It wasn't all bad — he did let me munch on the old computer's keyboard and mouse.
They tasted okay, but I will not stop until I have in some way damaged—sorry, I meant to say played with— the new iMac. So watch your back Dad, because I will prevail!
