Welcome Dear Readers! I have good news and bad news.
First the Bad News
I was flabbergasted to turn on my computer this morning and find absolutely everything on it wiped away. All my pictures, my documents, my bookmarks –well just everything (even the restore settings). I’d be really upset about it, but frankly. . .
The Good News
I’m kinda glad.
True Confession Time
I am a computer slob. Day after day, as I write my posts, I’ll scan in stuff from the thrift store, or fool around with pictures in Publisher or fiddle with Word documents only to leave everything lying around on the floor of my desktop. When things finally get unmanageable, I shove everything in a folder and label it miscellaneous.
My Husband, 37, Isn’t Speaking to Me at the Moment
Naturally when I first turned on my computer this morning and found everything eerily “clean” and an old computer screen greeting me that I haven’t seen since 2009, I knew something was terribly wrong. Then I remembered 37 turned off my computer last night! Which meant I had someone to blame! Wonderful!
I just called 37 at the office a minute ago and the conversation when like this:
Me: Did you turn off the computer last night?
37: Yes why?
Me: How did you turn it off, using the mouse or using the button? (37 knew what I was talking about because we often use cutting-edge computer terms such as this.)
37: Using the mouse.
Me. Everything is gone.
Me: Everything is gone. (I had a lot of fun being dramatic about it, btw.)
37: You got a virus! We’ll have to take the hard drive in! (In where he didn’t say.)
Me: Oh no! We’re getting a new computer!
37: Oh no we’re not!
Me: Oh yes we are!
37: Oh yes we are!
Me: Oh no we’re not!
37: I’m hanging up now.
Me: Oh yes you are!
Maybe I’ll try calling 37 back right now.
Only we won’t tell him that I am writing everything down he says in this post! Want to? Okay here goes:
37: Hello (hey he’s still speaking to me!)
Me: I want a new computer.
37: Why are you laughing?
Me: No reason. Why can’t we get a new computer?
37: There’s nothing wrong with the computer we have! We’ll just have to back everything up.
Me: We have Carbonite and everything is backed up. Besides there’s nothing left on the computer to back up. (I got all dramatic again, Dear Reader –just for your benefit.)
37: You better go check.
Me: Check what?
37: I don’t know. I have to work all week-end by the way.
Okay, well, that wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. Anyway, let’s scan a picture now and see if the scanner still works, ready?
There once was a computer virus Lady
She’s always game to be pretty shady . . . ouch!! ow!! ouch!!
I’m sorry Dear Readers, you’ll have to excuse me but in the middle of this poem I got up to go get a banana, and I am not kidding you. I put my back out!! (Just as well. The poem wasn’t going very well anyway.)
Now, I’ll have to make an appointment at urgent care! I’d wonder if they’d mind taking a look at my computer too . . .
Anyway, wish me luck!
Until next time . . . I love you