Ladies and gentlemen. . .we are one day away from TV DAY at our house. Chris is seriously beside himself. He's running around on edge, doing everything at an AMAZING speed as if it will make the day go faster. It reminds me of waiting for Christmas day as a kid :) Carly & I thought that if we went to bed at 4 in the afternoon, Christmas morning would arrive earlier and we could have our toys. That's how Chris is. . .I'm not sure how he's going to sleep tonight, he may just get to try his first ever Ambien ;) LOL
He chose the first available delivery time tomorrow morning: 11-2. Nice little window huh?? He had told me prior to this morning that he was NOT attending church and would be standing in the street with signs that said, "BRING IT HERE!!!!" I totally believed him. . .he's so neurotic! But as of this morning, he'd had a change of heart (could it have been the 2 Cinnamonster cinnamon rolls he ate????). He decided he could leave church early! LOL Watch, he'll get there at 10:00 and leave at 10:20 LOL (shoot, we live 2 minutes from church!!) My mom had told him in that motherly voice, "Now Chris, what would Jesus do if he was having his tv delivered? Would he really skip services?" I guess she thought she'd get through to him, but instead he says, "Of course!!! He'd kill for a tv like this!" Can we say BACKFIRE?!?!? ;)
So we wait in eager anticipation. . .alright. . .I could really care less but I'm trying to be excited :) The living room was lovingly cleared of Cale's "BIG" toys (which were then drug back in by Mr. Goober himself), the entertainment center has been emptied, surround sound speakers re-wired and mounted, and the new AV cabinet put together and standing ghost-like next to the empty entertainment center.
Tomorrow is August 15, 2004 (in case you've forgotten) and Oklahoma will be the state of happy fat men. Just for the blessed event, lunch is at our house and we are having what we refer to as Carb Fest. Spaghetti (made by myself!), 2 loaves of garlic bread and a "vat" of fried potatoes (again, another of my specialties). They don't all flow gingerly together, but they are things Chris has not allowed himself for 9 months now.
So please beaware and do not be alarmed if at 11:00 CST the Earth moves and you hear a great howling moan from the middle of the US, it's just Chris, jumping up and down and screaming THANK YOU GOD as the truck pulls into the driveway. May God be with us all during this time ;)
T Minus 17 hours and 59 minutes and still counting.
