Why do I find myself checking my work email on a saturday at 10pm? Slap the big L on my forhead that's why.
Today Mr PBS and I went out and bought a new TV. Mind you it's hard parting with the 70's console model from Sears (ok not that bad but...) Being that he was in his neckbrace and in my book still a "delicate flower" after surgery we tried to make it brief. We did. We came we saw we bought a friggin big TV. Fast forward 5 hours. The shiney new television is in place and we are in front of it when Porky Pig here (moi) decides it's time for a well earned snack. Trots off to kitchen. Opens fridge. Door falls off fridge. Bang. *Ah what better timing. We've scraped saved and combined bonus' to get this sleek beautiful brillant ginormous television.
Mama need a new frigidaire.
*go ahead guess what the only item to fall and break was. Go ahead guess. Yes if you guess the Butter Peacan SYRUP you'd be right. All over the &*^%^#% floor.
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