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Sometimes my husband cracks me up. He complains about the way that something (in this case the computer) doesn’t work properly or how it is just a piece of junk or we need a bigger better faster more what-ever-it-is. So I ask the relevent questions: Have you run spy-ware remover? Have you deleted old files? Have you run the scan disk? Are you defragging? Do have the firewall on? “No, no, no, no and no.”
You know if I treated anything else, for example a car, the way that he treats computers I would never check the fluids, put cheap watery gas in it, leave it unlocked in bad neighborhoods and ram it into shopping carts two or three times a day. He says the comparison is unfair. I think its a good metaphor.
Ever wonder why my computer doesn’t crash and yours does Honey? Of course Matt appreciates all the hard work I do protecting him from the blue screen of death, he sees me at his computer and asks with a sigh “Does this mean I have to enter in all my passwords again?!”
“I love you too Honey.”
At least I have plenty of time to work on Lexi’s toddler blanket. As you can see its composed of unspeakable fiber content, and I’m on the verge of having an allergic reaction to the pink. I have a few more rows to go on the third strip, and then I’ll cast on for the 4th and final strip. If the mood strikes me I may finish it either by crocheting a border of hilariously pink fun fur or take up listening to the Spice Girls and lighting myself on fire.
I’m not sure yet.
If you happen to light yourself on fire, make sure that you videotape it as a warning to all as to what happens when you knit with too much pink ACKrylic yarn. Ook.