On Saturday, a young man came to our home, took down our old satellite dish, installed a new dish, removed our old receiver, connected a new receiver, and made my husband the happiest man alive.
Yes, he has a new love, HDTV.
We have had the televisions capable of such a picture for over two years now, but we had never upgraded. Bless his heart, he said it was okay, that we didn't need to spend the extra money. Yet, when I said he should call to get it done, he moved faster than I have seen him move in the over three years we have been married.
I left early that afternoon and returned later that night, after my girls' time, and I don't think he knew I was gone.
"Can you see the difference?" Not really, I want to say. "Yes, sure, dear. I can see the armpit hair on the UFC fighter. That's neat."
"Football tomorrow. mmmm. Good."
He has resorted to grunts for conversation as he ogles the crisp picture.
At least he is happy with it, which makes me just grin. He deserves it, and I really can tell that it is much better than what we had, even though I am the girl who was happy with my fifteen-year-old Funai T.V. when we were first wed. Yes, I know, you ask, what in tarnation is a Funai? Exactly.
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We got a big ole TV with a blue ray player a couple of years ago. Cade and Ryan are just amazed at the picture...Like you, I really can't tell the difference, and if I can, I don't care. Maybe its that "hunter" gene that makes visuals that more important!?
ReplyDeleteHey, I am enjoying VHS tapes on the Funai:) How old school is that?!
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