A Jen Too Many

A few days after this post, our television died while the Love of My Life was watching it. This was just hours after the power cord for his laptop died.

He was not having a good day.

It wasn't a surprise. We knew the TV was dying, we were just hoping it would hang on for awhile longer. A year or two. (Just like we were hoping the refrigerator would hang on for another year or two.)

Since having a broken TV and a temporarily unusable computer was an unbearable combination we went out and got a new TV within hours, to tide us over until the new power cord got here (which turned out to be the wrong one, so we are still without a working laptop.)

Our previous TV, the one that I let small people dust, was an old, very heavy, almost impossible to destroy CRT.

Our new TV has a plasma screen. It was on sale for less than the comparably-sized LCD screen TVs. Which is not to say that it was not expensive. Because it was.

The children have been warned that touching it will lead to HORRIBLE consequences, and breaking it will lead to no more TV for years and years to come. This TV, they were informed, should last us 20 years. If it gets broken before that time - by such things as knocking it over with a thrown toy, or excessively enthusiastic cleaning - there will be no TV in our house until the scheduled two decades are up. In other words, if anything, but ANYTHING happens to that TV before they are both out of the house, there will be no more TV for the rest of their childhoods. No TV any more. No Tivo. No DVDs. No video tapes. Nothing.

So far, so good. We only have one small handprint on the screen so far, and that might have happened before the lecture.

I only have to hold my breath for another 19 years and 51 weeks.

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In other news, the refrigerator part of our fridge is still working; the top freezer is not. We are assessing our options (playing ostrich-in-the-sand.)

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Bad things! Not there! Can't hear you!

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