It's a sad day in America when we have to live like it's the 19th century.

So our tv stopped working.

This is a huge deal, in that we are lame, and we watch a lot of movies. And old tv shows on DVDs. Because we can't be bothered to be part of contemporary culture.  Instead, we get hooked on LOST a year or two after it finally goes off the air.

The girl has a crush on Sawyer. Isn't that . . . yeah, I totally get it.  Yowza.  Wait, that's really creepy, me and the girl crushing on the same guy.  What are we? On Falcon Crest? Blech.  Photo source.

You know what else is good?  The first and second seasons of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.  Seriously.  You should watch that show if you aren't currently watching the sixth or seventh season or whatever it's on. The husband hypothesized that it's actually another incarnation of Seinfeld, and I get it.  They are all self-involved jerks, and there's a correlation between the characters: Dennis = Jerry; Sweet Dee = Elaine; Charlie = Kramer; Mac = George; Danny DeVito = Newman. QED, bitches. Q. E. MOTHERFUCKING. D.

Anyway, we watch stuff on the tv because it's a nice way to settle down in the evening sometimes, and it's a nice way for three people who are each on a laptop ignoring each other to pretend to be doing something together.  Our family - the Norman Rockwell picture of domestic bliss.  [The husband notes: "Well, we're not fighting."]

We're going to have the tv fixed [so it won't have little baby tvs when it's out gallivanting in the wilderness of the tv repair world], and in the meantime we're watching LOST on a smaller set.  Which evidently is unacceptable, so the husband, who is still sick, is going to spend some time moving the other big tv [which has a better picture, you know, for when I'm always complaining about the lack of HD quality on the old set - honest to god, I was happy watching tv on the tiny 13 inch set, which is evidently insulting to humanity in general] out of the basement rec room and put it in the living room. 

You'd think we'd just move downstairs to the nicely finished basement with our portable laptops. You'd underestimate my animus toward basement living, honed over years of NEVER BEING ALLOWED IN THE LIVING ROOM, EVER DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING IN THERE EXCEPT TO CLEAN GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW.

Yeah. So. This is my life right now.

Also, I was just eating some yogurt and got a weird smell as I took a bite - like Bandaids - and now I think I just ate Bandaid flavored yogurt.  But Greek style, so it's thicker and heartier. 

Seriously.  That tv better get fixed soon.
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