Today he bought it. The new tv. The purchase he has been researching for about 2 months. Calling all sorts of stores, discussing at length with his coworkers at lunch. He decided what he wanted what would be the best fit for our family. Because this is a family purchase. For the family.
I went with him to the Sony store. (Because if you think I’d let husband go to the Sony store, having permission to purchase something, without me, then you clearly aren’t familiar with husbands.) And we came home with the most ridiculously humongous box housing our new tv. Lets just say good thing we took the minivan. It has been miraculously installed by husband, who summoned superhuman strength to carry it into the house all by himself. (And he made fun of me while I was nesting!)
So now we have a massive* tv. Which, after we all watched Ratatouille on it, I have to admit is a pretty stinking amazing tv. Although if it was a single inch bigger, it would probably not fit in our house. And, I am very impressed that he got a totally amazing deal. It was even $200 less than it was when he called the store yesterday. This was a clear sign from God that we needed this tv, according to Husband. Then we scored an amazing deal ($60 off!) on a dvd/vcr player to use with our old tv! Hooray for living near a Sony outlet!
*Our old tv was 24 inches. So by “massive” I mean massive to us. We’re not talking a movie screen here.