For several month, our cable television has been screwy. Really screwy — like so screwy that if I believed inanimate objects could be possessed, I would claim my television was possessed by pure evil.
Pure EVIL, I tell ya.
But, luckily for my over-active imagination, I don’t really believe my TV and/or cable was possessed. (promise)
After several months of having one cable repairman after another out to our house, one bright young man FINALLY figured out the problem and fixed it. No more crazy bursts of static, no more horrible “white noise.” Our cable was back and I could finally catch up on my Real Housewives addiction. All because of my new friend, the most brilliant repairman in the world. In my book, he’s a genius, a knight in shining armor, a hero . . . second only to the Old Spice Guy.
And, then there’s Hubby.
(poor, poor Hubby)
Less than ten minutes after the cable guy left, Hubby decided to try hooking up the On-Demand box. . . which led to him RIPPING and SHREDDING the tv’s cable wires . . . which led to him destroying the tv’s computer chip and destroying our chances to watch anything.
So, what’s a Mama and her Mickey Mouse obsessed children to do when there is NO television in the house?
Well, I suppose the “good-mom” answer is color, paint, play with play-do, have picnics outside, read Dr. Seuss books, and bake cookies.
Go for a ride in the Chevy Malibu.
The leather seats are so luxuriously comfortable and the DVD system in the headrest is PERFECT for capturing the attention of the kidlets . . . giving Mommy some beautiful quiet time.
Ahhhhh . . . quiet time.
It’s the little things in life that count.