So, our TV is kind of dying. I mean, it WORKS most days, but it's an old monster, who seems to have lamp issues.
It has brought us much enjoyment over the last eight years.
But still. It's time here on earth is coming to a close.
And while I don't want to be cheating on my still-alive TV, thanks to our TAX REFUND, I've given the "go-ahead" to Mr. D to shop for a new one, with a strict budget.
I'm mean that way.
See, I love me some good granola-living. Homemade, yes please, home birth, of course, home school, NATURALLY. Organic, well.. yeah, sure.
Dude, if I could live on a freaking compound and farm my life away, I would. Well, at least you might convince me to try it.
So, um, why do I love me my black box?
We do not have cable. Or Dish.
I literally LITERALLY watch three shows. Maybe four if I'm super bored.
I limit my children's indulgence. I'm somewhat hardcore about what they watch.
Honestly, with our computer access, we could TOTALLY survive without a television. Hulu and all that.
So why am I so addicted to the actual BEING of a TELEVISION in my home? Is it that my mantle is crying out for a flat screen to hang above it?
Is it so I can be like everyone else?
Is it because the picture is SO much better?
Why? I wonder.
I mean, I'm all excited about it! I'm worried about our poor new TV getting smashed by renegade toys.
I WANT A NEW TV!
There, I said it.
Phew. Confessing is good for the soul.