We may not need this, but that's hardly the point.

It is accomplished. I am the proud owner of iPad 2. No need for pronouns. It's just iPad 2.

Last Thursday morning, I received an email informing me that after waiting 5 long weeks of waiting, iPad 2 was on the FedEx truck and out for delivery. I immediately sprang into action. Shower? Check! Note on door telling the FedEx man that I was indeed home and to please knock loudly and that if I didn't answer, please see the package release form taped to the porch door? Check!

Then I was flummoxed. Did I risk going to the basement to fold laundry only to miss the FexEx man's delicate rapping upon my door? Or did I simply confine my tasks for the day to within 8 feet of my front door so I would be ready to stop, drop and sign for iPad 2? It was a lot to think about at 9 a.m.

And at 10 a.m. And 11 a.m. And Noon. And 1 p.m.

Finally I had to face reality: waiting by the front door wasn't going to make it show up any sooner. So I decided to tackle errands in other parts of the house.

And wouldn't you know it, the minute I walk away was the minute he showed up. And did he, in fact, knock loudly as requested on my Post It note? I will never know because I never heard a thing. Only at around 2:30 did I peek out onto my front porch and see a smallish box, quietly waiting to be scooped up and loved.

Hello, you sexy beast.

I placed it next to the other iPad acoutrements and took this photo.

{cue choir of angels singing here}

Realizing I had but an hour before younger Zielskes with greasy hands would be clamoring to show their own special brand of love to iPad 2, I raced up to my office, plugged that sucker in, and got down to business.

{more angels, please. thank you.}

I spent the weekend loading up on apps and trying in earnest to justify in as many ways possible my purchase of this uber cool gadget.

I can save recipes on it!

I can read magazine on it and save countless numbers of trees!

I can play Scrabble with people I don't know!

I can watch television!

I can take pictures of myself and do nutty things with them!

I can record videos as a talking cat!

I can check my email!

I…I… well I'm still working on this list.

Long story short, and in the words of that SNL cast member who does the killer Miley Cyrus impersonation: it's pretty cool.

Make no mistake, I plan to make a scrapbook page about this experience very soon. In the meantime, you can find me playing "Words with Friends" and coming to the explosive and shocking realization that I zero mastery of the English language when placed into digital tile form.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn and I'm going to play my next word, "Geek."