it all started with something as seemingly innocuous as a stuck “shift” key.
ali wasn’t home and wouldn’t be for hours so i took matters into my own hands in an attempt to repair my keyboard. i did this knowing full well that messing with a computer – unsupervised – was dangerous and would most likely result in my husband’s wrath. but i did what i had to do: i pulled “shift” off, cleaned it, and replaced it.
as you can see from this uppercase-less post, i should have waited. i should have deferred to the expert. but i didn’t and the sh#$ hit the fan when the expert got home.
ali: “what were you thinking? anyway, a broken shift key should be the least of your worries. how is it possible that you are using this outdated piece of crap? i feel like it’s 1994 again and i’m on dial-up.”
me: “it’s just been getting worse and now that the keyboard is broken I -“
ali: “whatever. it’s embarrassing. seriously, i’m embarrassed.”
ali stormed out of the room and since then can barely stand being in the same house with me and my outdated laptop. i’m just hoping that for the good of my marriage my newly ordered computer comes sooner rather than later.
otherwise the computer might not be the only thing being upgraded around here.