A couple days ago I woke up and sat down to check email only to discover that my beautiful 19 inch flat screen computer monitor had died sometime during the middle of the night. It struck panic in my heart since not only do I need it for work, I just plain need it.

I made the extremely unpopular decision to take the monitor from the children’s computer since I’m not in a financial position to replace the broken one. When I say that it was an extremely unpopular decision I mean imagine the following scene being about a computer monitor:

I kid you not. They experienced the five stages of grief in the five minutes it took me to connect theirs to my computer.

So I’ve got their monitor and they had none. Until Darren realized that he could connect their computer to our 32-inch LCD wall-mounted television in the living room.

32 inches of internet.

This means two things. One, the urgency to replace the broken monitor is now gone. And two, I’m stuck doing my work on a screen that if I squint just so, I can make out some words through the permanent fingerprints left by seventy fingers of all shapes and sizes.

I SO got the fuzzy end of that lollipop.