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Dave would not approve

After months of yapping about a flat-screen TV, we finally broke down and bought one. A lovely, well-reviewed, 42", high-definition, plasma Panasonic model. When Brian, Jordan, and I picked it out at Sears last night, I said something like, "Meet your new little brother, Jordan."

Sure, we are pretty much in a recession, but I figured I should do my part in stimulating the economy and spreading my own wealth. Because we paid for it with gift cards purchased at Giant Eagle, our next two plus fill-ups will be free. And apparently buying Sears gift cards qualified us for $5 off our next order. How can you argue with that, the $200-off sale price, and three free months of an HD DVR receiver from Verizon FiOS?!

As I have been explaining to friends over the past few weeks, watching our 19" TV in bed has put a strain on my eyes. Most people's vision improves as they get older. Me? Not so much. I have really noticed my squinting when I try to read the guide on TV. And when I watch sporting events in bed, I have to move my pillow halfway up the bed so I can see all the action. Figuring I was doing my eyes harm, not to mention accelerating the arrival of crow's feet, I knew I had to take action.

I have to say now that we moved our old 27" model to our room, I think it is actually too big. But not our new baby. After Brian got it hooked up last night, I watched a few minutes of a college football game in HD. Someone at work asked me who was playing. I have no idea. I just know it was amazing. If the Pens had not been on until 10, I know what I would have been watching.

Sure, I could lose my job in a couple of months, but at least I will be watching TV the way surely God intended. Ah, high-def...

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Anonymous said…
Don't tell me. It was watching the Steeler game last week on our flatscreen that sealed the deal!
Facie said…
Dear anonymous,

Sure. Whatever you say. It certainly did not hurt.

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