But then I’m sure you all suspected that when she married me. I dropped her off at the airport this morning and headed right home, with a stop at Chick-fil-A for lunch. Part way home I called Tori to find out that she busted the gas computer somehow.

OK, Tori didn’t do it, but she didn’t help the situation much by hitting my battery backup with a ball peen hammer.

OK, she didn’t really hit it with a hammer, but she is no electrical engineer. In fact I’m not sure she should be allowed to plug in her hairdryer.

OK, maybe she should be allowed to plug in her hairdryer, but she should stay away from water while using it.

Oh well, the gas computer is back up and running and it really wasn’t Tori’s fault and she did stay on the phone with some non-english speaking off-shore tech advisor that made her want to shoot the handset.