So, after years and years of hmmm-ing and haaa-ing about whether to dish out the dough, I suspect that the purchase of my third Apple product in the span of a single year officially makes me a proselytizing member of the Church of Mac.

They came by and tattooed an apple on my forehead last night.

Here's the happy family all together, me holding Rufus, with Kate and Leopold on the right (Get it? Kate and Leopold? Get it?!?):

And if you are thinking I am rolling in it, and are contemplating dropping by my crappy, run-down, mouldy, paint-peeling-off-the-inside-and-outside-walls place to see if I have anything good to pilfer, please, may I suggest you start with my 1997 Ford Escort Wagon (Aquarmarine Mist in colour), which I managed to do some body work on today using the cement pillar base of a parking lot lightpole.

Oh, and take the cats.