Nine lives
I’ve decided that I must have been a cat in my former life…there is no other way to explain the fact that I am, at the very least, on my third life. The first was taken by the microwave snafu, and the second was taken last week, when I managed to blow up the TV. If anyone knows of a way to appease the electronic gods, let me know, because somewhere along the way, I must have pissed them off! My TV worked for about a week, before going up in smoke….literally. Being in one of my Disney moods, I sat down to watch Aladdin. The previews were rolling when I saw smoke rising from the back of the TV, a LOT of smoke. Needless to say, some mild hysteria ensued, and luckily it didn’t catch on fire. (I really do need to read my contract to see if I’d be liable for burning this place down…). So now the hunt begins for a new TV. To my dismay, the TV I had was a multisystem that works in most countries. Unfortunately they don’t really make them anymore which means if I buy a TV here, it won’t work back home. Oh well.
