Sunday, December 02, 2007

going through withdraw

Seems as though the dear husband, in an attempt to discourage certain kiddos from any late-night Wii playing, has hidden the television remotes. Now he can't remember where.

And, by golly, I'm here to say he picked a darn good spot.

I've searched this house. I've looked in every possible nook and cranny that my 5'3" self can find. Which leads me to believe that they are, in fact, hidden where only 6'3" people can find them.

Damned this short body of mine.

And, damned the husband who always manages to pick "perfect" hiding places.

And, worse still, damned the darn password protector on the DVR that won't even allow me the honor of channel surfing, the old fashioned way. . . . From the TV itself.

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