I am in love with this machine. Behold it in all its compact glory:

I still love Dan, but at this point, it's a close call between him and our new Bose wave radio. Now, before you think we've won the lottery and therefore actually paid for one of these babies, which are outrageously expensive, you should understand that we got this radio through a major act of mooching. Dan's parents recently purchased some Bose speakers for their home at an outlet store where they got a really good deal. Part of the deal was that the store threw in a free Bose wave radio. Because Dan has no shame about asking for his parents' things and because Dan's parents love us, they shipped the radio out to us. Since we don't listen to the radio a whole lot, we have rigged up a little CD player to it, and are using it mostly just for the great speaker sound. This brings us to the part where I admit that as of today, I want to get down and kiss the feet of whoever came up with the Bose technology. I never knew that recorded music was supposed to sound this good. It's an epiphany, like when I got glasses and realized that yes, you are supposed to be able to see the leaves on the trees. It's like people are standing in our living room playing the instruments, but really it's just this incredibly small white box. I realize I am geeking out, but I love music, and for me, this is like reaching my own personal Nirvana. I want to listen to every CD I own just so I can hear what it was really supposed to sound like.
So I'm telling you this right now: If Dan ever decides that he wants to leave me, and we have to decide who is taking what out of the house, he can have just about everything we've ever owned together, but I will fight him for custody of the Bose wave radio. Because I love it more than he does, and it should be with me.
I am, of course, kidding. Sort of.