The Exorcism of RCA

For a few months now, all our movie or TV watching experiences have been viewed on a wee little 19" television. I know what you're thinking. At least it's not a 12" black and white TV, right? So true. The Wiggles just wouldn't look right in black and white. Anyhow, it all started back when our 32" TV finally decided to fade to gray. Josh's more than generous parents let us borrow a TV so we could go back to seeing movies in color again. Within weeks, I had to beat the poor thing in it's 'sweet spot' repetitively until the picture would finally grace us with it's presence. Apparently there was a loose wire or something. Finally, after one final good whack, it passed into the realm of TVs of the past. So once more, Josh's folks surprised us. They had gotten us a TV for Christmas and chose to give it to us early. After hunting for an entertainment center that wouldn't collapse after blowing on it (Wal-mart furniture...go figure), we finally found one that would work. Three hours of building later and multiple cussings from dropped boards on toes, we had a beautiful entertainment center and a new TV to go on it. Or so we thought. After flipping it on, there was an annoying six inch wide white stripe that ran vertical through the screen. Our brand new TV was broken. Broken! Things began to seem hopeless on the television front. I jokingly said that we were cursed and that we weren't meant to have a TV. So Josh's dad came down to return it (as we had no receipt) and found a holiday deal online for an even bigger and better brand of TV. When all was said and done, it was delivered to us (free shipping via FedEx) today. We were so excited. We'd never had a new plasma screen TV before and the kids were literally bouncing up and down with excitement at the giant box that was delivered. Once again, I joked with Josh about it being broken. So you can imagine the sheer frustration we had when we opened the box to find that the screen of the TV was, for the most part, shattered in all four corners. It was so disheartening and we all just stared at the busted TV (round four). It turns out that we might actually have a curse on TVs in this house. Maybe that's not possible, maybe it is. But it sure feels like it. We're giving it one more go. If it goes wrong this time, I'm hiring an old priest and a young priest because we're gonna need an exorcism on our TV. Honestly, this is just getting ridiculous. But sometimes you just gotta laugh...because it does seem a bit funny. Right?