Hubby: “I have a mission for you.”
Me: “Um, what happened to the ‘if you so choose to accept it’ part, because I choose not to accept it.”
Hubby: …..
Me: “Okay. What is it?”
Hubby: “I need you to find four AA batteries.”
Me: “For what?”
Hubby: “So that we have a working remote.”
Me: “Oh, well I have a working remote right here.” *I held up our cable remote and even wiggled it a little to prove it.*
Hubby: “Yeah, but a working remote that controls everything.”
Me: “It does control everything. The TV, DVR and DVD player. I’m good.”
Hubby: “It doesn’t control the receiver.”
Me: “I’m pretty sure I don’t need that.”
Hubby: “Oh, but you will.”
Me: “Um, that sounds a bit unsettling and I’m still pretty sure I don’t need the receiver thing.”
But I went hunting for batteries anyway and found stamps. Totally just as useful and I know for sure I need those.
Me: “Guess what?”
Hubby: “You found the batteries?”
Me: “What? Oh, no. I found stamps.”
Hubby: “Um good job? I still need the batteries. And a surge protector.”
Me: “I know where one is. Here. Okay, mission complete.”
Hubby: Laughs. “Not really, we still need the batteries.”
Me: “Oh right, the batteries you’re convinced we need and I know we really don’t. Gotcha.”
A few minutes go by and like magic I found the batteries. Ironically they were in the same spot as the stamps but I overlooked them because I was distracted by finding the stamps. I swear I don’t have ADD. Honestly.
The whole thing ended with:
Me: “I found the batteries! I’m totally awesome at this mission.”
Hubby: “Yes babe, totally awesome.”
I’m pretty sure he was mocking me. So as I write this he’s sitting on the edge of our couch programming this massive touch screen universal remote thing that I’m pretty sure could land a plane. Or at least make it crash. I’m going to stick with the cable remote though because I know I can use that thing. And I’m pretty sure I can’t fuck it up. The huge touch screen thing? I could probably kill it just by sitting in the same room.
Anyone who thinks I would be fine with the crazy remote contraption should read this blog about my talent of accidentally killing all things electronic.
I rest my case.
Me: “Um, what happened to the ‘if you so choose to accept it’ part, because I choose not to accept it.”
Hubby: …..
Me: “Okay. What is it?”
Hubby: “I need you to find four AA batteries.”
Me: “For what?”
Hubby: “So that we have a working remote.”
Me: “Oh, well I have a working remote right here.” *I held up our cable remote and even wiggled it a little to prove it.*
Hubby: “Yeah, but a working remote that controls everything.”
Me: “It does control everything. The TV, DVR and DVD player. I’m good.”
Hubby: “It doesn’t control the receiver.”
Me: “I’m pretty sure I don’t need that.”
Hubby: “Oh, but you will.”
Me: “Um, that sounds a bit unsettling and I’m still pretty sure I don’t need the receiver thing.”
But I went hunting for batteries anyway and found stamps. Totally just as useful and I know for sure I need those.
Me: “Guess what?”
Hubby: “You found the batteries?”
Me: “What? Oh, no. I found stamps.”
Hubby: “Um good job? I still need the batteries. And a surge protector.”
Me: “I know where one is. Here. Okay, mission complete.”
Hubby: Laughs. “Not really, we still need the batteries.”
Me: “Oh right, the batteries you’re convinced we need and I know we really don’t. Gotcha.”
A few minutes go by and like magic I found the batteries. Ironically they were in the same spot as the stamps but I overlooked them because I was distracted by finding the stamps. I swear I don’t have ADD. Honestly.
The whole thing ended with:
Me: “I found the batteries! I’m totally awesome at this mission.”
Hubby: “Yes babe, totally awesome.”
I’m pretty sure he was mocking me. So as I write this he’s sitting on the edge of our couch programming this massive touch screen universal remote thing that I’m pretty sure could land a plane. Or at least make it crash. I’m going to stick with the cable remote though because I know I can use that thing. And I’m pretty sure I can’t fuck it up. The huge touch screen thing? I could probably kill it just by sitting in the same room.
Anyone who thinks I would be fine with the crazy remote contraption should read this blog about my talent of accidentally killing all things electronic.
I rest my case.
PS: My hubby read this post as I was taking pictures of the remote monster and this conversation happened.
Hubby: “You don’t like my remote?”
Me: …. *Focusing on taking a picture.*
Hubby: “You don’t like my remote?”
Me: …..
Hubby: “You’re not going to answer my question?”
Me: “I don’t know. Why?”
Hubby: “I don’t know why you won’t answer my question.”
Me: “I’m trying to take a picture of it and I don't think the remote likes me.”
Hubby: “You should add this to the blog.”
So I did. You’re welcome.
Hubby: “You don’t like my remote?”
Me: …. *Focusing on taking a picture.*
Hubby: “You don’t like my remote?”
Me: …..
Hubby: “You’re not going to answer my question?”
Me: “I don’t know. Why?”
Hubby: “I don’t know why you won’t answer my question.”
Me: “I’m trying to take a picture of it and I don't think the remote likes me.”
Hubby: “You should add this to the blog.”
So I did. You’re welcome.
4 comments:
Yes, you should stay away from that remote! If any planes crash near you dispose of it IMMEDIATELY!
remotes i just call the cable company and have them figure out for me how they work
and then i lose them
losing i am good at
found you from one of my fav gals cathy at antsy pants
Too funny...my husband will say the same thing...except I usually ignore him. :) You're way nicer.
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Love your blog! Funny stuff. That remote is intimidating!
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