Newer, bigger, smarter
Hubby was having problems with his TV long before finally admitting that it needed more fixing than he was capable of. He’d been reduced to watching the small screen from the trailer; he said it was like watching ants from an airplane. So he took it to a shop in the city where they told him the motherboard was screwed and despite their scorn for the age and dumbness of the set, they’d order a replacement.
If you are wondering why he has his own TV, in a different part of the house than mine which is upstairs – his is in the family room – it is our different tastes in TV shows. If I want to watch The Bachelor or The Voice, and he wants to watch CNN news or Mountain Men, we part company. . . . contd.
