My computer is broken.
I am writing this from the laptop.
The laptop I am currently sharing with Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a.
Notice how we’re all egalitarian and what not around here until the shit hits the fan, or the motherboard, and then it’s all and I quote, you need to create a separate user name for yourself when you’re using MY laptop unqote.
I’d like to point out, I wouldn’t even need to use HIS laptop if MY computer hadn’t broken.
Now I’m not implying that it’s Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a’s fault that MY computer is broken, but I am strongly questioning that what, pray tell, is the point of being married to a code monkey, er software engineer, if he can’t telepathically communicate with the electronics and telekinetically, preemptively and inexpensively fix these things thereby allowing me to continue my job, er blogging hobby, without interruptions.
Perhaps this is Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a’s passive aggressive payback.
I’m glad you asked…
You see last week Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a came home to find a man on my doorstep. A youngish, attractivish man in uniform. I tired to convince Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a that I was having an affair, I think we could have bounced back from something like that. But alas, the man, let’s call him Fabio, and his bolt cutters had been dispensed from the power company to shut off our power.
Don’t worry I convinced Fabio not to shut off our power (I can be very persuasive) but apparently this is exactly the kind of callous attitude towards our finances that cause my android hubby to function outside of normal parameters.
Great. Now I guess I’ll have to run diagnostics on both Husband-who-drives-me-to-drink-a and MY computer.
This post shall serve as my excuse for lack of quality blog posts from here on out until the computer is fixed. Oh hell since I’m excusing myself, this also serves an excuse for my lack of quality blog posts previous to this incident as well.