The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Welcome to the family!

In the past few years, my best gifts—two TVS—were from my brother and his family.

I’m not sure why they got me the first one. Maybe they thought my existing TV wasn’t SMART enough. They knew I‘d never be able to get the new one working, so they sent my nephew as an added gift to put it together.

Moving my old television from the living room to my bedroom meant sending my beloved TV-VCR combo out to that pasture of obsolescence. We cried, but we appreciated our long, great life together.

For two years my two TVs and I were quite the threesome…watching Succession, cuddling up during You, and getting ready for Tribal Council.

But suddenly arthritis hit my new TV’s legs. Without legs to stand on, it fell to the floor, and died immediately. It was more painful than being voted off the island.

My brother’s family came to the rescue. They combined all 8 days of Chanukkah and bought me a new television. Soon the Big 3 was up and running again.

Why did my brother’s family gift me with TVs?

They probably thought the new ones would keep me out of their hair and ensure their phone lines were Joan-free.

Whatever! A TV is my best friend. It only talks when I want it to, and unlike my family, it makes fun of other people, not me.

Got to go! Jeff Probst summons! Survivors ready…you betcha!