I knew it was too good to be true. As I was enjoying 15 minutes of peace and quiet to switch my laundry, my three year old son came running in to say the TV was cracked. He told me he hit it with his hammer. Sure enough, the display is ruined.
Luckily, pregnancy hormones caused me to melt down instead of freak out. That TV was our wedding/Christmas present from my grandparents and the last present before my grandpa died.
P.s. of course this happens on walking dead night. We have another tv, but no HD for me
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