Yesterday, I went to turn on the TV for the kids to watch a dvd, and it wouldn't come on. So I kept pressing the button on the remote. And then I did that thing that you do when something doesn't work--I shook the remote and tapped it against my hip. I tapped the power button on the TV a few times. I think I even blew on it. Huh? Why do we do that? But it still wouldn't come on. So then I knew that I had to break the news to Jason.
"Honey? You better come in here. The TV won't come on." Jason had wanted a flatscreen TV for ages, and when we finally got one last year, he was so excited. We went to the store on the day after Christmas last year intending to get a new fridge--which we desperately needed, and we walked away with a new TV. Jase is usually pretty even-tempered, but man, was he excited about this TV. Seeing him so happy was worth not getting the fridge--but don't think I didn't play the martyr! That chance was too good to pass up!
So, as of this morning, this is what our living room looks like:
Doesn't that look a bit sad? The little TV is like the big TV's weird and embarassing cousin or something. They share a resemblance, but being around it just makes everyone uncomfortable. It buzzes and has a greenish hue. (Hmmm...I do have some extended family that fit that same description!) It seems to fit with the redneck vibe we have going right now. Although it would fit better with that genre if we had the TV that does work sitting on top of the TV that doesn't work. Oh well--something to work toward.
I didn't include the photo of Jason rending his garments and gnashing his teeth when he realized it wasn't working yesterday. Amazingly, though the TV actually broke while still under warranty. That is a first for us! His Iphone? Stopped working about two days after the warranty was expired. My phone? Started wigging out the month after the warranty was up. So, we're excited that the TV will actually get fixed.
Perhaps it's better this way. Jason is out tonight, and instead of me vegging in front of the TV, our neighbors came over to keep me company. I just love having neighbors that we actually know and like. This is not something to be taken for granted. They are about a week away from having a baby, woohoo! (Hi guys! Throw a rock at the window if you go into labor!)Now, I'm getting ready for a scripture class that I'm teaching at a local high school tomorrow. Few things are more intimidating than a roomful of teenagers--but more about that soon.
In the meantime, I have to go fulfill a promise to Nate. He was upset at bedtime tonight that Jason wasn't here to kiss him goodnight. I told him that Daddy would come in when he got home and check on him. "You're kidding me," Nate said. "No," I said. "We come in every night before we go to bed to kiss you and tuck you in." Nate tilted his head and looked at me. "I never hear the door open," he said, "And I have ears, you know!"
Lord, yes. Believe me, I know.