We're doing the happy dance at my house these days.
It started when, one day last week, I went to turn on the TV in the living room and it popped, which is never a good sound coming from a major appliance or electronic device.
My husband had been pining for a flat-screen, high-definition TV for months and I've balked at the idea. Our TV was good enough.
But that morning "good enough" became "dead." Later that day Barry called me at work and said, "Before you start screaming, hear me out."