One evening I pressed the power button to turn on the television and nothing happened. Instead of immediately realizing that the TV was broken, I first made sure it definitely would not turn on by pressing the power button on each of the five remote controls lying in various spots of the living room. It was definitely broken. My husband and I moved the 36 inch TV out of the entertainment center and on to the floor. We replaced it with the slightly smaller 27 inch from the bedroom.

We debated for several weeks' weather we should set the TV out for the trash, have it repaired, or attempt to repair it ourselves. In the meantime, it continued to sit on the living room floor. My dog discovered the new fun activity of throwing her hard nylon bone around the living and then finding where it landed. We feared she might hit the broken TV with the bone and break it more (if that is possible), so we covered it with a blanket to cushion the screen.

I went out one night with the girls after several weeks of having a broken TV, covered with a blanket, on my living room floor. I was shocked when my husband called me and told me he fixed the broken TV! He had become bored and decided to open it up and take a look. Apparently something was burned up, so he just wired around it and now it seemed to work just fine. I questioned his methods of fixing the TV and he attempted to assure me that it was perfectly fine and would not start a fire and burn down the house. I am still not so sure. It has been several more weeks and we now have a functioning TV sitting on the floor, still covered with a blanket, but with a Playstation 2 hooked up to it. The bedroom TV is still in the entertainment center. I guess that is what procrastination can do to you.