I'm baack! Where have I been? Oh, it's quite a story...so I wrote it as a story and added a fictional ending. Provided the computer is really and truly fixed, I will be updating my stories soon.

Michelle walked in the door of the house exhausted from a long day at work. Kicking off her shoes, she looked forward to sitting down with a glass of wine, a plate of cheese and crackers, and opening up her favorite guilty pleasure. Her husband walked out of the kitchen. "Do ya' know the internet password?"

"Why?" she sighed, rolling her shoulders.

"I dropped your computer and it stopped working."

Michelle froze. "What?"

"Actually it was just a little tumble. And it landed on carpet. It's okay. Not a big deal. You can fix it." Michelle started counting. She counted in English. Spanish. The little bit of French that she knew. The few numbers she knew in Japanese. She cursed him in any language she could think of. She began to make up her own languages. "Hon? Are you listening to me?"

"Am I listening to you?" she repeated. "You threw my computer on the floor. I got it. It's broken."

"I didn't throw it, it just kinda slid..."

Michelle drew another deep breath. "How many times have I suggested that we get you your own computer? But nooo, you didn't want one. Now you smashed mine. Thanks so much!" She headed to the bedroom to change and try to control her emotions. How could he do that? It's so simple. Don't touch my stuff. I don't touch his. Now my computer is broken. How is this fair? I need it for work. I need it to relax. Why? Why? Why?!

After changing her clothes, Michelle began her search for a computer guru. Just by happenstance, she found one nearby. "I'm heading out." she announced, packing up her sick computer.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Nope. I'm good."

Michelle drove Celtic Computer Repair and carried her baby inside. "Greetin's lass." A hulking pale skinned ginger haired man unfolded from his cramped position at a computer desk. "What seems ta be tha trouble?"

"My husband dropped my computer. Are you a miracle worker?"

A deep rumbling laugh rolled through the room. "Ah have no kissed the Blarney Stone of late." he said with a shake of his head. "But ah will work on ye computer." He took it from her hands with gentle care. "Come back the day after..."

Michelle came back to find the Irish computer genius working on her laptop. In hundreds of pieces. "It's no as bad as it looks, lass. Tha tumble loosened lotsa wires and connections. It'll be okay. Ya have me word." She nodded and walked out, fighting back tears.

Six days. It took six days to get her computer fixed. As she carried her computer back into the house, she told her husband, "Do not touch this." He smiled. She turned on the computer. A Celtic symbol appeared with a message.

Curses upon him who touches this computer again.

I won't be updating anymore tonight, but hope to be able to Tuesday or Wednesday. Cross your fingers!