The Big Picture

Today was my first day of work at my new job. I know, I know, I never even mentioned that I got it. So many other big things were going on that it didn't even cross my mind. You probably want to hear all about it. And, as I was driving home tonight, I was tossing around ideas about what I could right about. Oh, the possibilities were endless. Then, I walked into the living room.

Jeff was nowhere to be found, but I was greeted with an ever-so unimaginable site. To me, sixty inches doesn't seem all that ridiculous a size. I, standing at about 5'6'', am a whole head taller than sixty inches. But, when sixty inches is sitting on the TV stand in your living room, it is gigantic beyond all belief. Almost awkwardly gigantic.

I did what any unsuspecting wife would do and hunted down my husband upstairs. I had told him previously to just buy something. I trusted him to find a good price and needed not know the price. This, for the sake of my heart. I would hate to drop dead at twenty-seven because of heart failure. The thought of spending $5 on a cinnamon-sugar pretzel hurts my heart. I cannot handle how much a sixty inch Samsung costs. 

Since I don't know the cost, I am telling myself it was something reasonable. What I don't know, in this case, will not hurt me. Plus, the awkwardness faded when a picture was put on that beautiful plasma screen.

Looks as though Jeff got me quiet the gift to celebrate my first day on a new job!