The Great TV Wars

Steve has been trying to wear me down for years - he wants a big 'ole TV.  So, finally, I grew weary of the battle and told him if he can raise all the funds he needs to get the TV he wants through birthday/Christmas, he can do whatever he wants - on the condition that he finds a way for me to move my fireplace heater into the living room.  Because I have been trying wear him down about getting some sort of heating element that will keep me warm in the winter.  It's been a mutual wearing down.

So...it began.  Steve created architectural drawings and scale models of our living room trying to figure out a way to reconfigure everything so that a big TV will fit, as well as my heater.  After a week or so, he threw in the towel and said, "forget it...it's impossible."  Then, right as he gave up, he had a brain storm.  So we have spent the entire morning furiously moving furniture.  Steve discovered old, braided wiring where he wants his new fancy TV to go, so the whole business has become even more intense.  Steve is, as I type, drilling something into my floor...I don't even want to know (now he's scurried to the basement where horrible sounds are emerging).  He's sweaty and disheveled...he is a man on a mission.  A mission for a big TV.  And, if you know Steve, you know he doesn't mess around.  Once he got started, he didn't stop.  Our entire first floor has now been reconfigured.  My back is going to hurt tomorrow.  But Steve is VERY pleased with himself.  We are now getting ready to leave for Best Buy so that he can start scouting TV's. --  Holy god, I hear him sawing something down there.  SAWING.  This can't be good.

Wm says, "I like the way you changed around the furniture, Daddy!"  We ate lunch at the newly moved dining room table and then Wm was all, "I don't know about this..."  But, when told we're getting a bigger TV he can game on, he was all about it.

You'll notice my little fireplace heater under the stockings!  And the TV is across the room on the old coffee table - thus opening up the room.  I hate to admit it, but it does look way bigger and more open this way.  Kudos to Steve. (You'll see Wm iPaddin' on the couch.)

Steve moved our dining table back to toward the rear of the room and shifted the shelving unit to the front.  We put a little bench behind the dining table that you can't see from this angle.  But it's very cute!  Again...props to Steve.

From the sound of things, Steve has now broken out his heavy duty drill thing.  I think Best Buy just got backburnered.  If I know Steve at all, he will come up here shortly, hair in every direction and wild-eyed screaming, "Where is my cell phone?!?!  I have to call my dad..."