Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Rounded

I've been obsessing over TV stands. I wanted something sleek, something that radiated the same level of awesomeness that I radiate.

The problem is that most of them are clearly not intended for babies. Very few babies buy TV stands; the target market is somewhat older. Still, the TV stand companies should consider that their target market might include soon-to-be fathers. Then again, how many soon-to-be fathers do you know who make electronics display their first spending priority?

I radiate awesomeness. I can't help it.

Finally, I found one that fits all my specifications. It also looks pretty, a requirement that Julie has. I'm all about the power, you see, and Julie wants nice cup holders.

What I'm really excited about, though, and what makes this post somewhat relevant on a pregnancy blog, is the fact that I found one with rounded edges. This way, when Baby inevitably uses the stand as a walking aid and trips, Baby will only become slightly injured, not utterly maimed like I was as a child. I still have the small yet incredibly hardcore scar just below my left knee (right knee?) to prove it.

By the way, Julie is feeling better. My hypothesis is turkey sausage. In fact, don't you feel a little nauseated just reading it? Imagine being pregnant. I won't be feeding her turkey (gag) sausage again. Or it could have been something else. Still, she's feeling better. For now. It's possible, incidentally, that the new TV stand will answer all of her problems. At least if she has to bend over to vomit while she's standing next to it, she won't hit her head on anything sharp.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did you just make that part up about the knee scar? Because I have no memory of that, and being your Mom I think I should remember that. I have a very clear memory of you always crawling under the coffee table, then lifting your head and banging it on the underside of the table. It looked really funny, but we tried hard not to laugh because you would cry. Gosh, you were so cute, Dan!

Dan said...

Wow, great story, Mom. Why don't you just upload some naked pictures of me in the bathtub?

Don't you remember when you guys bought that TV stand at the garage sale? Someone had built it out of old razor blades. I sort of remember banging my head on the underside of the coffee table. Cigarette ash would fly everywhere and then I'd have to spend like an hour working gum out of my hair.

(Note to everyone: that last paragraph was a complete lie. My dad quit smoking the second I could speak in sentences. "Daddy no smokey! Me no want you die die!" But I did injure myself on their pointy, pre-Walmart TV stand.)