This was NOT a case of shopping therapy. I really needed it. Not want. Need. The last few months, the only way I could keep my old mouse functioning was to wipe the scroll bar clean EVERY day. I hate cleaning. I finally called it quits last week, and went to my neighborhood Apple Store, money in hand. A sales clerk told me to hang in there, and come back next week for delivery of the new MAGIC MOUSE. I’m a gadget girl, so I was thrilled to think of owning visionary touch screen technology for under $70. Since I’m not good at hanging in there, I went directly home and ordered the Magic Mouse online, just to know it would soon be in my hands.
I’d been having a tough week. You know how that goes. Nothing was going my way. When the box arrived today, I ripped it open, as if it were a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes. Apple products are so elegantly designed, and this one does not disappoint. The entire curved “body” of the mouse is sensitive to touch. You can scroll up, down, sideways, zoom in, with just the lightest movement of your fingers. I know. I’m gushing. But my new toy put me on a happier track going into the weekend. And then, a friend called about an interesting guy he wants me to meet. Life is looking up.
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