I love my VCR. Well, to be accurate, I love Mark's VCR. He saved up his allowance money long, long ago and bought this dinosaur.
Wait, how long ago? His allowance?
Yep, he bought this back in 1989. Or so he says. I guess he'd know. After all, it was a newfangled piece of technology and cost about a trillion dollars. That sort of thing tends to stick in a young boy's memory.
Even when he becomes a not-so-young boy.
So, this was before DVR? Before iPods? Before *gasp!* the Internet?
Yes, ma'am, this VCR became a member of our family before Mark and I even met. Before our daughter was even a twinkle in --
Well, you get the picture. The thing is old.
But you know what? The thing still works, bless her heart. We don't have DVR, and this little machine has kept up with my many TV obsessions quite well.
Lately, we've given her a break, watching most of our non-live shows online. But as of last week, I was still taping a few hours of TV each week.
She's been faithful, this VCR. And I love her.
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