All Joe thinks about and dreams about is the MacBook. We are off to get it. Of course whose teacher discount does he need??? His stinking poll isn't even closed yet and at last look it's a tie between "No he's a loser tell him to shut it" and "Get a MacBook Pro because he's the best and who cares about the money" yada yada yada.
So it's after 6 and we are going to Troy. I guess we are all counting on a snow day tomorrow. I no doubt will be going to bed alone for the next year and a half while he plays until the wee hours of the morning.
In return for the MacBook the entire downstairs will be painted this spring. I still say he is making out like a fat rat. My is he spoiled!
I type this with a hint of "vent/rant" quality. Money! Money! Money!
It's a good thing I love him so much!