This is a story of television DRAMA -- not a drama story on television.
It all started many many years ago -- I think I was like 12 or 13. Santa was generous that year (like he has been many years) and he brought me my very own TV for my bedroom. And oh did I watch? I love this may explain why up until a couple of weeks ago we had 4 televisions in our house.
Just after Christmas our living room decided to no longer have sound. So it was disposed of and I moved the TV from our bedroom to the living room until we could get a new TV. Then I moved the TV (the one I have had since I was a teenager) from the kitchen to our bedroom. I decided that for a couple of weeks I could go without the TV in the kitchen but I couldn't live without the one in the bedroom (I fall asleep watching TV when Matt isn't home).
Then the day arrived --- last week after an ordeal with RC Willey and then a trip to Best Buy the new TV, a beautiful 32" Plasma joined our family. Finally all the TV's could go back to their assigned spaces and life could be wonderful again.....
Yeah - that is until I put the bedroom TV on the couch while I hooked up the new living room TV - and Jagr (Yawger), the furry black four legged family member, jumped on the couch and threw the tv off balance and it hit the floor. I cringed and picked it up, it was rattling inside. I went about the business of hooking up the new TV while in the back of my mind hoping that the other TV would be fine. No such luck.
We are now a 3 Television household. I still have the kitchen TV in the bedroom, but I am not sure how long that will last -- I can't seem to clean my kitchen without watching my shows... Hey at least I TRY to be productive while I watch tv, right?
BUT this story does not end here. After only 4 days the beautiful plasma TV had to return to Best Buy. Do you know what a PIA it is to pack up a 32" TV? It has ben replaced by an LCD TV that is working properly and that I actually think I like more!
If you are wondering the 3rd TV is in the playroom.