Andy and I recently agreed that it was time to move on in the TV world. We both owned what we lovingly called...The Dinosaurs. Not only were they old, but they were so heavy that breaking your back would be a possibility when moving one of them down four levels of stairs to the dumpsters outside. We did not break our backs, but we did receive a good workout and several bruises carrying both to their final destination.
We also realized that if we were going to get a new TV, there would be no way it would fit in the square spot reserved for Dinosaur TV's in our hand-me-down (thank you Rebecca) entertainment center. So, after years of use, we also lugged the heavy wood frame down to the same dumpsters...again down four levels of stairs.
But, in the end, it was worth it. We got a new TV stand, and after quite a bit of shoving into our car with the help of Best Buy's elite, we also got our new TV. And the best thing about it...
It's not a Dinosaur!
