We finally bit the bullet (again) and ditched our big fancy TV package.
The kids didn’t go crazy.
The house didn’t go up in smoke.
Our lives generally carried on.
Plus… Netflix, so it’s not like we went back to 1885 or anything. Or eve 1985. We will survive.
We’ll miss out on baseball and (un)Real Housewives and various home and cooking shows.
But we will endure this horror of first world existence. This dependence on local stations only.
Perhaps we’ll read more?
Maybe we’ll eat at the dining room table more?
Maybe I’ll woo you more and become more creative?