Red Alert: Don't touch that button!

I did it again, held the door open for a computer virus to come in. I foolishly ignored the Norton box that kept popping up, something about needing to shut down the computer or did it say it needed to run a scan? I can not for the life of me hold the computer mechanics lingo in my head and so can't tell husband what the hell happened when he sits down at the computer and can't access the internet. I was finished with what I needed to do and so was sunbathing, thinking nothing more of the little "episode" in which the impostor firewall windows thingy kept popping up saying I needed to run this program as it has detected a virus or a Trojan horse or a demented cow or something. I don't know. Of course, that little thing WAS the virus! What a dirty rotten trick. Who dreams up these things? Imagine what they might accomplish if they set their creative talents to constructive schemes!

Husband is a patient man, God help him, and didn't give me the tongue lashing I know I likely would have given him had the situation been reversed. He ran diagnostic checks, defragmented, cleaned some cookies, got on his hands and knees and pulled wires out of the back of the computer and finally got on the horn with tech support, who ultimately did not solve the problem either. This is how he spent his Saturday night. He called for back-up and the remedy was found, by my father-in-law. I have no idea what it was. All I know is that it worked and I am grateful and my research may resume, with this mantra playing in the back of my head: Norton good, anything else, bad. Trust only Norton. Norton is my friend. Got it!