Nano Nano
Mel bought an iPod nano yesterday after she got off of work. I called her to tell her I was outside.
Mel: "I bought an iPod nano. Don't tell Momma."
Me: "Eh?" *Dumbstruck*
Now lets just get one thing straight, mmk? I am not jealous that Mel has the new iPod nano. Seriously. I love my Mini alright? She's gorgeous and has been wonderful ever since I got her. She gladly goes with me anywhere and is more than happy to play songs for me all day while I'm at work.
She's perfect and I love her. Oh yeah, and she's pink.
I just don't think that Mel is ready to handle the full responsibility of having a nano. I mean, there's so much that goes into having one of them and you have to constantly give them attention. She's young. Besides, she didn't even know what to do yesterday after we brought him home. She was asking me about uploading songs, adding pictures, sharing music, if the covers of the CD would show up while an album was playing, putting contacts in, how did iTunes work...
And I don't want to end up being the one who has to take care of him either. I've got my own Mini and a full time job. I can't just drop everything that I'm doing to keep up with her nano and add an album whenever she wants it.
Although, I guess it would be nice for Mini to have someone to play with. She does have an older sister, but they don't understand one another. Mini is the more musically focused one and Baby has a lot of different things that she's interested in. More business oriented. Nano and Mini have more things in common with each other. They seem to be getting along anyway. Last night, Mini was kind enough to share all of her songs with him that way he wasn't stuck with the generic songs that he already came with.
He should be fine. I know that we'll be giving him a lovely home. These two are some of the rare lucky ones. I have to think of all the other nano's that won't be getting the same kind of special treatment as Mini and Nano. They really are spoiled with all of the kick ass music that we listen to. Some iPods are forced to carry the Backstreet Boys and Ryan Cabrera for heaven's sake! The poor things.
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Mel asked me yesterday while we were on our way home in the car, "so, are you going to blog about this?"
"No," I responded blankly. "It's not that big of a deal."
I hate myself now.