He always feeds me wine, and then makes me deal with some lame-o problem with his email connection.
“It’s been forwarded to the customer service center,” I inform him. “If it can’t be dealt with from there, one of our technicians will be by on Monday to fix it for good.
Would it kill them to follow instructions every now and then?
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And some people think marriage is easy.
Marriage is a snap compared with having parents. Though as with birthdays I understand that the alternative is even worse.
And there are arenas in which the spouse provides tech support for ME: using his fax machine or the entertainment equipment (the TV, DVR–though I’m the one who fixes the cable connection/internet when they’re down). Also, he’s better at burning CDs than I am.
We’re in a race with podcasting and Garage Band; those might turn into a dead heat.
Oh, you meant that A the H was the “staffer.” No, no: the joke is that I have no staff. It’s like when I mess up some aspect of dinner, but assure my husband that the person in charge of the green beans “has been sacked.”
No. I knew exactly what you meant.
And that scares me, really.