Needless to say, our 48" flat screen TV did not appreciate the assault. The screen cracked, leaving, my wife informs me, a beautiful rainbow of colors on a quarter of the screen's image. When my wife called and told me of this episode, I couldn't speak. I sat there literally unable to string together two words. What I finally choked out was, "I can't talk," and I hung up.
Having had a few hours to digest this information, I have decided to stake my son out in the backyard, cover him with honey, and let the ants have him. I will be purchasing the rope and honey this afternoon.
All kidding aside, I'm still pretty pissed. Now I have to go grocery shopping, and the list my wife dictated to me is about three pages long. Then, when I get home and survey for myself the TV damage, I have to clean the house. By the time I finish all that, I may get a few hours of sleep before I have to get up tomorrow morning.
If you can't tell, Saint Marty is in a pretty sucky mood, and it's not going to improve for the rest of the day. He hopes the rope and honey are on sale.
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