Our television died. It has been a sad pending experience, but it still hurts now that it has happened. Aren’t TVs supposed to last longer than two years? This time there were no Wii remotes thrown at the screen. This time it started smelling of burnt machinery and sending up wisps of smoke. This morning, when there was smoke and sparking, we knew it was a goner. Just like my favorite leisure activity. WAAAH! We seriously need jobs. It’s dangerous to go so long without money. You know what happens? Your list of things to buy with your first paycheck gets longer and longer. Going to bed. gah.
Proof that God loves me: My husband called near and far and found a replacement part for our TV! That man has a direct link to God, I tell ya. There isn’t even SMOKE anyMORE!