There you go. I’ve confessed my dirty secret. I’m in love
with my iPad. I didn’t think I would fall so hard. At least, not a first. When
I saw it sitting on the shelf, I couldn’t look away. The shiny exterior called,
“Take me. Take me, Angie.”
When I went through all its apps, I felt a little overwhelmed. One touch of a button, and I can check my email, Facebook, Twitter, listen to music, play solitaire and scrabble, watch Netflix and Hulu.
I realized it may be a dangerously addictive love while soaking in the bathtub. I had the iPad propped on the counter so I could watch a movie. Then, I moved from the bathroom to the kitchen to finish my movie while washing the dishes. When I went to bed, I turned on the iTunes and fell asleep with the iPad beneath my pillow. I brought it to work, and it’s sitting in front of my computer screen. Close enough to touch if I feel the compulsion.
I’m a little frightened. If I love it this much after only having it a week, how much more enthralled will I be once I learn how to work its magical features. Once I can swipe its screen with authority. Explore the brave world of apps I’ve never heard of, let alone discovered yet.
Breathe, Angie.
It’ll be okay. I’m still in control of my affections. I haven’t even officially named this new child of mine; although, I am leaning toward Binky Sandro.
