Homer finally gets a new toy

I feel bad for Homer.

When I see something that strikes my fancy and I can somehow needle it from the “want” to the “need” category, I usually get it. Scrapbooking supplies (“I’m making a gift for YOUR mom”), a book (“We’re going to [insert destination]. I need something to read in the car while you listen to Security Now.), clothes for the kids (“Do you see Doodle’s toes hanging off the edges of his sandals?”). All of the small ticket adds up. I own up to being behind the ever-tightening downward spiral of inexcusable debt.

I feel bad for Homer.

All of my “little” spending adds up, leaving little room for him to get the things he wants. You see, the things on his wish list are usually $200+. Camera lenses, slide scanners, newfangled weather stations that tell you how much it rained (uh, we live in Vegas – what rain?) while it pours your morning bowl of cheerios. Usually when holidays and birthdays arrive, we’re strapped for cash, so he gets his usual complement of small-ticket items like books and DVDs with a polo shirt or two thrown in for good measure.

His day has come. After a week of sheer hell with the folks at Asshats, Twerps, and Twits, better known as AT&T, he finally got his iPhone.

Despite the headaches of getting the device, he’s a big kid in a candy store.

He even gets excited about the packaging. He usually takes a play-by-play series of pics to capture exactly how cool and elegant Apple is in their product and packaging design. He’s scoured the application store and is especially tickled with stuff like this and this. He is an Apple addict. He would so leave me for Steve Jobs (hell, I’d leave me for Steve Jobs, too).

So, if you know Homer, call his cell. It’ll give him a thrill.