Initially, the plan was to buy a CD player for my car. My car tends to be the go-to when we have to drive long distances, or to pretty much go anywhere other than straight to work and back home again. It would be really nice to have a CD player in it for when we drive up to my mother's alpaca farm (check it outtt!!) on the giant mountain in northern NH. We always lose radio reception when we drive up there...the last hour of the drive is spent listening to the random gospel stations we pick up along the way. Or the theme to Deliverance playing over and over again in your brain. (Duh nuh nah nuh nah nuh nah nuh...) (Love you, Muddah!)
I was very disappointed to find out that they couldn't put the player in at that very moment. (I was definitely looking for instant gratification that day.) When the guy told me to come back later in the week when they were less busy, I lost interest in that idea. So, I moved on to the TV section! I checked out the smaller flat screens that were on sale, picked a decent-sized one for our bedroom, walked over to the next isle, picked a Blu-ray to go with it, and practically skipped over to the checkout counter to complete my purchase. The guy at the counter was looking at me like I must have escaped from the local psych ward. (I suppose technically I had, if you count the fact that I had gotten off work just a few hours earlier.) He had been watching me talk to the guy in the car stereo department right before this and was probably thinking I was going on a shopping spree with a stolen credit card with the way I was so eager to throw money around. Either way, he clearly decided the commission he was going to make off of this loon was reason enough to ignore the warning bells going off in his mind. I paid for my loot and was finally ready to head home.
The hubby was not all that pleased with the fact that I had bought a new TV and DVD player on impulse, but he couldn't really say much about it. He was the one who went grocery shopping one day and came home with our BIG TV that's in the living room...and he was the one who went to CVS and somehow managed to find a store that sold PS3s during that 5 minute ride. The one thing he could lecture me about was the fact that these wonderful, shiny, brand-new electronics I bought have 3-pronged plugs. We have 2-pronged outlets in our bedroom. Oops! We apparently cannot use adapters in these outlets because the house we live in is a little older and needs to be completely rewired, new circuit board and all. (Something about the house burning down, blah blah blah...)
How am I supposed to know these things???
No worries, I fixed this by adding "Electrician" to our to-do list in the kitchen. We should be able to afford one in a few months once I replace the money I used to buy the new TV.