My new present

Kevin got me an IPod Touch a few weeks ago.

I sort of freaked out about it.

You got me WHAT? And it cost WHAT?

Kevin took it all in stride. He knows that any present more then $20 (or $5 depending on the day) will make me break out in a cold sweat and question the End of Days. Several weeks ago I commented to him that it, the IPod Touch, seemed pretty cool and maybe I would save my allowance and get one. Someday. Maybe. In my world, that means five years from now. And that if my Sansa MP3 player still made noise, I would never replace it. Despite the fact that the screen wobbles, the earpiece jack is loose, and you can't buy a docking station for it because it's an old model.

But it still works! I'd tell him. I get this from my mother.

Kevin, for reasons of his own, decided to get this for me despite the fact that I would alternate between anger, guilt, freaking out, and worry. He asked me to trust him to "take care of it." And I realized that this gift wasn't at all about the IPod, but about the dynamics of our marriage. So he's taking care of it, and I have a new toy.

Now I just have to learn to use the damn thing. I'm getting there. Kevin gives me tutorials and figures problems out while I sit and sob on the stool next to the computer.

He really likes it when I do that.

I'm not incredibly techno savy, so I'm being challenged as well. If I have this toy, then I want to maximize it! I need to know how every nanobyte works! So far, I can download podcasts, synch photos, and turn it off and on.

It's all in the journey, my friends.