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They See Me Coming And See Dollar Signs I'm Sure

I'm an impulsive buyer. I own that title. I embrace it at times. We got rid of the old tube TVs a couple weeks ago that we had up in the kids' room. They didn't work all that great and we needed the room because of the pack n play and the bassinet. A friend of mine pointed me towards a recycling center in our area that I never knew about and poof! old TVs begone. Yay merrily.

I looked online at a couple places and decided I needed a new TV tonight. I don't know why I came to that conclusion. You know what I mean. I have my reasons that I discussed with the husband: I wake up with leg cramps at 2 am and can't get back to sleep for a couple hours. Sometimes I just want to lay down and watch a movie that isn't Disney made. When the baby gets here it would be nice to have something to distract me whilst feeding said child at 12, 2, 4 and 6 am. I just wanted a TV in there.

I walked into the big name store and made a bee line for the home theatre dept and I just know the guys working there thought "Ooh here comes a good sale, she's on a mission!" True. I was. But I'm no fool (OK now this point could be argued since I went to the store at 8pm on a Friday and I looked for all of 15 minutes at the TVs though in my defense, not much to choose from in my price range and could this sentence ramble on anymore, oh I think so but I'll stop now). I conferred with the husband via text and a choice was made. I now have a TV in my room that I don't have to get up to change the channel on, the volume or DVD functions. Yay me.

I'm sure I'll regret the purchase some tomorrow. I always do. I figure it's a good deal and I'll get our money's worth out of it with night feedings alone. That and I'm a night owl. Maybe I'll catch up on my OZ series and the dozen or so movies that I got for dirt cheap at work. We'll see.

On a side note, where the hell are all those "Reserved for expecting moms/moms with small children" parking spots that I used to see all the time? That would have come in handy tonight fo sho.


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