Dear Santa,
Hey, I’m not one to complain (okay, who are we kidding…I am most definitely one to complain…but not usually to you), but what’s the deal? I thought you were supposed to bring us presents not break things. So, how come our television died on Christmas day? Your day? I’d like to believe it’s a coincidence, but I’m having a hard time with that.
Is this like the not getting me that dog/llama/donkey thing where you think you know better? Did you get all cocky because that one worked out so well? Yes, I know we watch way too much tv. Yes, we have lots of other things we should be doing. And, yes, Anya really shouldn’t be exposed to tv much at all. But come on! You KILLED OUR TV on CHRISTMAS! Right in the middle of a sappy Christmas movie I had NOT seen! Worse of all, Kenny is arriving today for about a week and while I will not miss watching day after day of The Twilight Zone, I fear for all of us crammed into that tiny house in the middle of nowhere with no tv.
Did you really think this one through?
=Carol=
THAT SUCKS!
I am an AVID watcher of TV, no shame, and I know when I went without it for a couple months before, it was ROUGH!
Here’s hoping you can get a nice, cheap TV at Target or something, soon!
It might mean Cabol’s parents will never visit us again, too.
Who are you talking to in this entry?
I don’t think it is the TV that we come up there for, but it does help to keep from having withdrawls from the FOX News Channel. But, don’t worry; we’ll be back…;-)
Luckily we were “saved” by a long-term loan of a tv from my friend, P. Just in time for the Twilight Zone marathon. Yee. Haw.