Our TV, so graciously donated to us several years ago by this lady finally gave up the ghost (whatever that means). For the last year or so, the first few inches of the screen rolled over on itself. Actually, if you just read this, it explains it all quite well. If you do read it, you'll note that the repair is inexpensive. But, in the ultimate act of laziness, I never quite got around to fixing it. So, we watched over a year of TV with the first inch of two of the picture doubled over on itself. We got by. Until about a week ago, when Mr. Wonderful turned on the set to hear a pop, fizzle, zzztt, and then: Nothing.

So, for the past few days, we've been watching our TV on this beauty. Seven Inches, people. That's a size of a PENIS, not a TELEVISION. But. We get by. My eyes tire after an hour, which isn't a bad thing. My Itunes library has gotten a lot of attention lately, so I suppose I've been productive in the end.

Now, MW conned me into forsaking Christmas gifts for each other this year, with the promise of getting ourselves a new TV and some other household furniture. Although I held up my end of the agreement, our TV is still yet to be bought. Hopefully, by tomorrow, we will have our new TV and TV stand.

In other news, MW and I have decided to move again. Our rent will be going up another $40 in May, and since we feel we are already paying quite a bit, we decided to find something cheaper. A few months ago, I suggested we 'explore our options' in terms of housing, but it appears it has snowballed into 'we are absolutely, positively moving in May'. On the upside, we will hopefully be saving money in the long run. But on the downside... day-uhm... I hate packing. And moving. And we have been spoiled with the high life now. Two bathrooms, air conditioning, washer and dryer in the unit, dishwasher, patio, and gym. And now it's all about the timing. Where we move is completely dependent on what is available for May 1st. I can't help looking at the current listings and feeling anxious. I will find a seemingly perfect place, but then know that chances are it will not be available for when we need it. And let's just go back to the packing for a minute. We have a LOT OF SHIT. I have no interest in schlepping it around again. It only now seems that we've gotten comfortable here. And my god. What if we have to share a bathroom? That makes me sad, especially since 1) MW spends a good 80% of his day in the bathroom, stinking it up beyond comprehension and 2) His bathtub looks like it's been used for the past 2 years as a mud room. I don't know how I feel about relaxing after a long day with my Lush products in a tub like that. Blech.

But, as much as I protest "Ooooor, we could just stay here.. ", I don't think I'll win. I think next time, I'll just keep my mouth shut.