Dear MacBook Fairy,
I’m writing to you in the hope that
1.) You exist, and
2.) You are a lot more helpful than the dinner fairy, the cleaning fairy, and the dishes fairy, who never seem to grace me with their presence
As you may be aware (being the supreme being at the Apple Store) I would like a MacBook. But not just any old MacBook.
A MacBook pro.
Boatman has agreed that I should have one; it’s just that he is neither rich nor the CEO of some major corporation, and so the budget doesn’t quite stretch that far.
That, dear fairy, is where you come in.
I would like you to deliver me a MacBook pro.
Preferably tomorrow for my birthday, but you know, today is fine too.
If you comply, this is my vow.
I will love my MacBook above all other notebooks, and swear allegiance to it and only it.
I will use it every day.
I will handmake a perfect computer bag just for her, to keep her safe.
I will cherish and protect her through sickness and in health, until blue screen of death us do part.
I will introduce her to my iPad and iPhone; she will never be alone you can trust me.
I will use MacBook pro to make incredible vlogs; better than any other ones I have done so far.
We will make each other look good.
I will not use her whilst consuming beverages or any kind of food (apart from apples.)
I will share with Boatman.
So MacBook fairy, that is my promise to you.
What do you say?
Can you make it happen?