Let me preface this by saying that I had a VERY bad day at work. Also, the other piece of info you need to know is that Mr. DD bought a high def TV on THANKSGIVING DAY and spent the better part of the day switching out TV's. But, really, this in itself is another story.
So, I get home today and Mr. DD asks me what my plans are for the evening.I tell him I've got two trees to decorate. I tell him I've got gifts to make. I tell him I'm going to peel 20 lemons and make limoncello. Then, I've got to juice all those lemons (40 halves) because who wants to waste all that good fresh lemon juice. You only need the zest for limoncello. I'm too tired and lazy to drag out the Jack LaLane juicer from WAY back in the cupboard--but I digress.
So I sit down with my lemons, my peeler, etc. and just want to watch Two and a Half Men. It is at this moment that I discover that now, since Thanksgiving Day, we don't have 4 remotes, we have 6!!!!!!!!! Who TF need SIX effing remotes????????????? And how do you know which one to use for what???????? FTLOG, I just went off! It took me 15 minutes of cussing and screaming before I finally yelled at him, "HOW DO I TURN ON THE EFFING TV?!!!!"
You know what he says to me? "Why are you so angry? Do you want me to take it back? What's wrong with you?"
I say, "No, I don't want you to take it back, I want you to consolidate all these effing remotes."
He then tells me it only takes two remotes to turn the TV on. God help me, he's going out of town tomorrow. Wonder how many remotes he'll have when he returns. :scratch:
I'm pretty sure that remote could even cook dinner but Drew was the only person who knew how to work the dang thing.
There I already did it to myself.