The age old question, where is the remote? Eventually we all find it, behind a cushion, under the sofa, out back in some mud. But, last week we gave up. This time the remote had had enough of our abuse, dropping, buttery fingers and put a nap sack over it’s shoulders and hit the rails.
We have a 2 story house. One big TV upstairs, one down stairs. The days of my kids watching the same thing are rare. But, not such a big deal because between homework, after school stuff and the random laptop we got by. Until today….
Both kids home sick. Vivien upstairs, Rex downstairs. After I made the jell-o ( Cherry only and non of that sugar free yucky stuff) I got my exercise in as I shuttled the ONE remote up and down. “My show is done, I need the remote Rex” Vivien called.
Up I went, Down I went
“I don’t like this show” Rex said. Up I went, down I went.
Then the mail came. Today’s Daphne thanked Daphne of last week. Because I ordered a replacement remote! It had arrived. Batteries in. Now, I’m just sitting on my tushy till I’m called for the next round of jell-o