I just had a lovely, long bubble bath, complete with a glass of wine and a stack of comic books. Upon emerging, I saw my husband go into my office. "What are you doing, sweetie?" I asked.
"Feeding the pony," he replied.
"Uh, okay."
A couple of minutes later he came out. "Want to see the pony?"
"Yes?"
The 'pony' is a brand new iMac. It is GORGEOUS. I could cry. I did, actually, a little. My wonderful husband already transferred all of my files and info from my ancient iMac (thus 'feeding the pony').
