Infiltrated

My wife spent much of today hunting down a phantom. Our broadband provider shut down our internet service because we had two spamming incidents originating from our computer over the weekend. I have little interest in increased penis length, for me or the rest of the world, so I plead innocent. We aren't sure if our wireless was hijacked by a neighbor, or if we acquired some nasty bot-net virus, or something else entirely.

Massive virus scans have ensued, and much fretting. Nothing like a computer crisis to inject some marital discord into an otherwise nice day. We'd just as soon keep our computer, as it's only about a year and a half old. Old enough to be obsolete, but still nicely functional, much like myself.