My husband had a dream. This guy who asks for so little that is materialistic. But this he wanted.
A flat screen TV of the ginormous size.
He hummed and hawed. For years.
This Fall I told him to go and buy it already for the love of Pete.
One day, a few weeks later, he calls me from Best Buy telling me to bring the van.
He finally made a decision!
We set it up - which given we have a fake fire place brick wall for a TV holder was no small feat (don't ask!) - and enjoyed it.
Around 2pm this afternoon I was working away in my office while the boys played in the family room just outside my door. No school today - they pretty much get every second Friday off. I am pretty sure the school board is training them to be government employees.
So Kamden comes in and asks me to come look at the TV. I find this odd since it wasn't on but go to investigate.
I see this.
Somehow, I was very calm. Shock probably. I didn't even yell once. I did, however, try to turn it on.
It fizzled. Loudly. No picture.
Quickly, I turned it off and as I wandered back into my office (the shock again) muttered, "Way to go boys, you just wrecked a $1,000 TV."
Guess who's college funds are going to be a little (a lot) leaner in the very near future?