Before we officially dated, Mr. Bear and I were just friends. For the record, Mr. Bear thought we were dating an earlier time too, but apparently, I did not get that memo.
…but, that is neither here nor there.
Before we officially dated, I used to call Mr. Bear about my various computer issues. One time, Mr. Bear upgraded my computer from Windows 95 to Windows 98. As a result, I lost all of my audio capabilities on my PC; something that made me very sad. I called Mr. Bear and let him know that while having the upgrade to Windows 98 was fabulous, my sound was not working. Mr. Bear did not apologize, nor did he volunteer any troubleshooting. He simply told me he was not that kind of programmer. There was no guarantee of work for free and I suffered through the age of Napster sans volume.
A week ago, my computer started showing me the dreaded blue screen of death each and every time the computer started. For several days, I was afflicted with the blue screen of death and for many days I fretted it would never be fixed. Thankfully, however, Mr. Bear was able to fix it (Praise be to Baby Jesus) and alas I am browsing, surfing, opening and closing programs. All is good in our household now. I am glad that my husband is that kind of programmer, because my computer is up, running, and happy.