Love Language

My husband's love language is computer repair.

On Saturday, one minute my computer was fine. I was happily downloading digital scrapbooking stuff and reading Fox News. We zipped out for some errands and when we came home... The screen was black and filled with those ominous large-print, courier font words of warning. The bottom line was - it was really bad.

If I had a husband who values writing love letters instead of building wireless home networks I'd be in big trouble. Most people would have been on their way to Best Buy where the Geek Squad would have wiped out every file, email, photo, font and every last scrap of my digital creations. Then I'd have to pay to have them re-install a new operating system and return the computer to me empty. No programs, no files, no memories, no links to the past.

I promise you I wouldn't trade my techno-savvy husband (and son!) for all of the romantic cards at Hallmark. Neither hubby or son have rested in days. They've spent every free moment, diagnosing, strategizing, and rebuilding my computer. They have so far partitioned the hard-drive, installed a new operating system, recovered ALL of my precious photos, letters, address book and creations and backed them up. Soon, I'll have an updated computer complete will all the programs I had before, free of charge.

Now what could be more romantic than that?

Sorry, I don't rent them out. But they do help out a friend in need on occasion.