One, Two, Three...TV

I knew it was inevitable. It was over a year ago that I found Husband drooling over new TVs in the electronics section of a store. I protested at that time because we hadn’t moved into our house yet and we had no space for a new TV. “Just let me dream a little bit,” he said. And I did. Then, a few months ago, a military buddy of his was moving, and he offered to sell us his TV. Husband e-mailed me with “TV” in the subject line, and then explained in the e-mail what a good deal it was. “It’s an $1800 TV for only $300!” I asked why they were selling it. “Oh, because it’s old and it takes up too much space, and they want a sleeker, new TV.” And then he told me how they had to send it back to the manufacturer at one point because of a “blue line” that would appear on the screen. Still, Husband couldn’t understand why I wasn’t excited about this good deal. I told him that I’d rather put the money towards a new TV that we were sure would work. Recently he’s spent time researching TVs: the best types, brands, and prices. He finally has it narrowed down to the exact TV he wants. And I finally have run out of excuses why we shouldn’t get a new TV. Last night the debate turned to exactly where the new TV will go. I voted for putting it in the family room, where we do the majority of our TV-watching. Husband voted for putting it in his den (affectionately called the “game room”), where he plays video games. We decided to settle the debate like the mature adults that we are: by playing rock, paper, scissors. I suggested the idea as a joke. Husband said, “Great idea!” I asked him if he was sure that this was how he wanted to seal of the fate of the TV’s location. He responded with an enthusiastic yes. We spent a few minutes going over the rules. We’d only play only a single game. We’d count, “one, two,” and you must show your hand on “three.” So we counted, "one, two, three," and we tied with scissors. Then we each took a minute to silently plan our strategy for the next game. We said, “one, two, three,” and I won with paper against his rock. We simultaneously shouted. I said, “YES!” and put my arms up in the air victoriously. Husband shouted, “Noooo!” Still, Husband has respected the results of the game. I, however, wonder maybe if it should go in the den after all, since Husband is obviously much more excited about the TV than I am. So I guess the TV’s location is still mostly undecided. I’m sure we’ll find a better way to make our decision than playing rock, paper, scissors. Like maybe a coin toss.