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Another One Bites The Dust


This should be called "Story Time With Eli," but I just don't think the title is strong enough.

This little tale starts this evening when Eli and I are casually waiting for Eric to get home from work.  As is the norm, supper was cooking and Eli was playing, so I sat down on the couch to update my "do to" list.  No sooner had my tush hit the cushion than Eli walked in carrying a tee, bat, and ball.

This is nothing out of the ordinary either, so I was assuming that we were dealing with a TOY bat, a TOY tee, and a ping pong ball.  WRONG!!  Replace the ping ball ball with a golf ball, and you have the perfect storm!!

Eli swung with all his might, and WHACK!!!! The TV shattered into a million pieces.  Have you ever seen a flatscreen tv break?  It's like an iphone on steroids   I would know because Eli cracked mine...TWICE!  Oh yeah, there is one minor difference...when a tv cracks, the point of impact turns 50 different colors!!

I immediately called Eric who really impressed me with his composure.  Don't get my wrong, we may all need therapy after this... especially Eli who keeps asking if Santa is still coming....but Eric did great.

I knew we were in trouble when the TV repair place told me to turn it in to insurance...um no!  The truth is, this will be our third tv in four years. This brings me to the appropriateness of the title, "Another Bites The Dust."   Let's review, shall we?

We bought our first TV when got married, but it was stolen when the house was broken into.  The second met it's fate last night at the hands of a three year old.  Guess we will meet TV number three this weekend.  By the way, we have had warranties on both of our TVs, but neither covered them...rrh!

Moving on, we have had six cameras in five years.  The first was mine from college.  A stupid Ol' Charley's cup leaked all over it and shorted it out.  The second camera was destroyed when sand got in the lens on our honeymoon. Luckily, the warranty DID cover this.  The third camera (which was the replacement) was left at a house when we were getting an inspection done.  When we went back 30 minutes later to get it, it was gone.  I say stolen, Eric says lost.  You be the judge.

 Luckily, I was pregnant with Eli at the time, and Eric was kind enough to buy me a new camera before his birth.  Sadly, this one suffered a horrible accident that involved being left on top of the car and eventually run over.  Ya'll the thing still worked!!  I'm a huge advocate for the Cannon brand now.  Unforgettably, this camera was also stolen when our house was broken into two years ago.

Add to that list an HD video camera that was also taken from us, and you now have SEVEN cameras meeting their fate at our hands, also stolen was our x-box.  Yeah, that makes two of those!!

I don't even want to talk about iphones.  This is my fourth, and it is shattered. Ya'll. we really do take care of our stuff. I will say the iphones have all been my fault and the camera that was run over.  Although in my defense, it still worked. Anyway, the rest of this is just bad luck.  We have  protective cases, otter-boxes, warranties  and Eli   That may be the running theme here.

And so, it is with great sadness that I report, ANOTHER BITES THE DUST!!

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