OK, OK, I’ll say it.
We are getting closer as a family due to the death of our big screen TV.
But that’s just because we’re all now huddled around the color-faded 12″ that was removed from it’s usual nesting spot at, or should I say after Report Card Time. The nonhonor-rollee shall remain nameless, although one would think all that extra time NOT BATHING would be well spent on homework. I’m just sayin’.
So nothing was ON last night. Yet, we’re still huddled around the box watching Tom Bergeron before he went gray introducing clips of people about to wreck on bikes. Thrilling.
Hubby fell asleep at 9:30. That’s NineNUH. ThirtyYUH.
But he hasn’t been feeling well. Probably because of all the snow. Because I alone counted 7 flakes yesterday…and that was just out ONE window. You can IMAGINE how many there were across the entire TOWN of Virginia Beach.
Please wish with me that our replacement Big Screen TV bulb comes today. Jim & Pam and Jeff Probst are expecting me and I don’t want to let them down.