For Kelli and I Thanksgiving has become a Holiday that we spend at home.
It’s also become a Holiday of memories.
It’s the day we told our parents we were having twins. It’s now also the Holiday that my wife melted our tv.
No. Really.
Our 42-inch plasma now resembles a Salvador Dali painting.
When we moved into our new home we mounted a television above the mantel of our fireplace. That mantel is home to two candles which sit underneath the tv.
Do you get where I’m going with this?
In the five months or so that we’ve been in the house the candles have never been lit. Honestly, I thought of them as decorations, not bunson burners to warm my flatscreen. But today, being in the Thanksgiving spirit, Kelli put out some finishing touches to the house that we cleaned the day before. Fresh flowers and the warm glow of candles.
I didn’t notice the latter of the two until I sat down to enjoy some crackers and mini-hot dogs (do yourself a favor, buy the dogs).
While snacking, I noticed that the bottom of the television didn’t look right. Now, our television is black with silver trim along the bottom. That silver piece looked, well, wrong. That’s when I asked my wife “is the television melting or is it just the reflection of the candle that’s making the tv look strange.”
And the rest is history.
Honestly, the damage isn’t too bad, but if you know me you know I have a touch of OCD, and the damage is enough to freak me out. I’m sure one day I’ll be able to watch the actual picture on the television and not the ripples of melted plastic below.
In the spirit of the day, I am thankful to have had a television as nice as this one to melt.