Tonight the TV was on.
Tonight I was baking a cake.
Suddenly there was a very VERY bad smell.
I looked in the oven to see if my cake was stinky.
It wasn't the cake.
It was smoke coming from the TV.
(No this isn't really my TV)
My better half is in New York.
My motto is "if something breaks while he's gone, I'm getting a new one.
I have a bad track record of broken stuff while he's gone:
cars (no I've never bought a new one)
washers (yes, I did buy a new one AND a matching dryer.)
carpet (yes, my carpet broke and I bought brand new!)
I don't think I care about the TV though.
"I'll miss you Mark Harmon"