ON my shield, not carrying it…
I spoke too soon. Virus re-appeared on one computer, and I’m scanning the other computer right now, as I type. I am considering Desperate Measures.
In the Department of Obviousness: I had to drive OmegaDad into Big City for an endoscopy. We found ourselves behind a city bus. There was an ad for the bus system on the back. The “slogan”? “Ride the bus” in big font, “to travel around Big City” in smaller font. No! You’re kidding me! I thought you rode the bus for, say, some other reason! (Picture OmegaMom rolling her eyes.)
You know you’re married to the right person when you both move directly to putting down the Big City Rapid Transit advertising department at the same time, without pausing to say anything like, “Did you see that idiotic ad?!”
