Pigs Must Have Flown Today

A little background:
Two years ago I took a trip back to Kentucky by myself to visit family. While I was gone, something happened to the big TV we had in our bedroom, and Marc opted to buy a new one instead of having the old one fixed. Ever since that day, the old TV has sat against the side wall in our bedroom doing nothing but taking up space. I've tried to get Marc to sell it on craigslist, pay someone to haul it away, or just drop it off at Goodwill. As of this morning, it was still in our bedroom.

Fast forward:
Marc had it in his head that we needed a treadmill in the house now. I was adamantly against this idea for a few reasons:

1. We have NO room for it in the spare bedroom that serves as our workout room right now. It already houses the elliptical, weight set thingy, and a rowing machine, along with several "extra" pieces of furniture that don't fit anywhere else.
2. I wanted an exercise we would do outside. We have the elliptical to use when we want to be indoors.
3. I really wanted an exercise we would do together. With one treadmill, only one of us can work out at a time, so we either alternate or follow completely different schedules.

Do I ever win these arguments? No. But I did mandate that no treadmill was entering the house until the TV in our bedroom was gone and the extra crap in the workout room was moved or disposed of.

That motivated him. We hauled the TV downstairs, loaded it into the back of the Xterra, and dropped it off at a little TV shop where they should be able to harvest it for parts. Then we went to Sears, and Marc got a good deal on a close-out treadmill. As the Sears dudes were loading it into the back of the truck, they busted one of the pieces at the end of the cargo track and bent the track. Karma. Stupid treadmill.

Now Marc's working on clearing stuff out of the workout room so that he can bring the treadmill in and set up the new TV. And I'm sitting on my butt on the couch doing a whole lotta nothin'. I have to take advantage of these last few days off work. I don't have any more vacation days scheduled, so I have nothing to look forward to. Boo.