Also, Sears repair people are delivering our TV this aft, supposedly any minute, but I'm not holding my breath. They are delivering it because yes, apparently we could have picked it up yesterday, but they failed to mention WHERE, as in, not at Sears. Of course. Eff. And I can't get it by myself, it's too big for me to carry down the stairs. It took Grant and I both calling, visiting Sears, threatening to just get our money back, and yelling at the imbecilic repairmem to get this stupid thing back. I did finally get to talk to the manager at Sears, and she was very nice, but offered no explanation. Grant talked to somebody at the repair place, who was a dink, and then somebody better called him back. The dinky guy was upset at Grant cause he couldn't leave a message for him at work. Hi, it's my tv anyway, or it's in my name at least, leave ME a message on my convenient VOICE MAIL. Asses. Anyway, I'll let you know how this saga ends, if we actually get our tv back or what.