So this is my tv.
Seriously. I was a little
hesitant to share this photo, because I’m afraid that any potential House of
Goodwill visitors will be too afraid to make a reservation, based on an
assumption that the technology of the house will be on par with this. So everyone knows, this is MY tv. (My tv in my home-house.) The House of Goodwill’s tvs will be MUCH
better. They will NOT be vintage. (More to come on that.)
This is also NOT my husband’s and NOT my son’s tv. They would die first. This is the one in my bedroom, that only I
use, where I watch alone. My husband and
my son constantly make fun of me for this tv.
They’ve made me feel slightly self-conscious, like I should hide it in a
gigantic paper bag if anyone ever comes over and wants to stick their head in
my room. (This doesn’t happen often, but
the occasional visitor has come in my room from time to time and exclaimed,
“Whoa! Why do you have that?”)
Why do I have it?
Because I don’t really care. I
don’t really care how big my screen is, how many pixels it has or whether it’s
curved. I just don’t. I watch tv on it regularly and never give
those things a thought. I’ll give you
this: it’s a bit large. I wouldn’t be
offended if it was a little sleeker. And like my twenty-year-old car, I may not be that sad when it dies. ‘Cause then I’ll get to get a new used one. Upgrade! Car and tv from 2018 instead of
2000!
So am I a little extreme in my enthusiasm to save
money? Probably. I’m told that regularly by the people who
live in my house.
I had a favorite pair of cozy socks I used to wear like
slippers. When I was standing up, they
looked fine. But my son used to harass
me every time I’d sit in my chair with my feet up, about the holes in the
bottom. “You can afford new socks!” he’d
tell me (over and over), rolling his eyes.
One day he appeared from the kitchen with scissors in his hand, ripped
the socks off my feet and cut them in half before I could stop him.
Guess what he gave me for my birthday?
I really miss these socks
LOL! ��
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