There are always so many things to learn about marriage. For example, last night I learned how to turn my husband into the scariest man in the universe.
I was just browsing the internet, minding my own business. Then something funny looking popped up, and I closed it. But my computer was running slowly.
I AM NOT DUMB.
I immediately shut down the computer. Something wasn’t right.
Of course, it did no good. I restarted and the program had weaseled its way into everything near and dear to me. So, there I am, thinking I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me: mp3s, pictures, and oh yeah, that book I’m trying to publish…
So I flip out, hysterical. I have some virus. MK comes over to take a look. In record time, he is able to reset my desktop and browse the depths of folders with names like “computer/mine/backup/log/music/ifyourwifebreakstufflookhere”
and found my personal content. Then he gets on the internet, ’cause it’s not over…
after running a bunch of virus find and destroy crap, for hours and hours, my computer has a semblance of its old self back. My husband, however, is a MONSTER. I tried to fix it, I knew it was bad, and I didn’t even go looking for it, but somehow, I’m to blame. Made for one grouchy night.
I’m pretty sure we’ve had the “stop looking at internet porn” conversation. Jeez.
If that was it, I’d even admit to it! This one came out of nowhere, scary…
At least he could fix things. Of course, I have to fix the computer whenever my husband winds up downloading something he shouldn’t. I do feel for you.
Ha ha, nice.