Sometimes dudes can be such stereotypes.
When my boyfriend and I moved into our new place last month, he insisted on buying the giant-ass TV of his dreams. He selected a 55-inch model, probably because he wanted to get something roughly my size in case I ever left him. Instant replacement!
Anyway, we didn’t own a piece of furniture large enough to support the television (it weighs SEVENTY-FIVE POUNDS), and I couldn’t find anything I liked. So, right now, we have it rigged up in the crappiest way possible. I have this old storage cube from Pottery Barn I got in high school that is strong enough to support the TV’s weight, though not wide enough. So we found an abandoned plank of wood to set on top of the cube and added a folding table from Ikea to put the cable box on. It looks AWFUL...and crazy...and will certainly fall and kill me or my dogs at some point.
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