What is it about men that they have to control the remote for the TV?
My husband, in all his majesty, sits in his chair, with the TV remote on one arm of the chair and the PVR remote on the other. The remotes can’t possibly sit on the coffee table where we can both reach them. Oh no, because that would mean he was giving up the power.
Hiding the TV remote controls is the one of the most cruel and inhuman punishments I’ve ever devised for him. He spends hours ransacking the house in desperation. He even bribes the children to help in the pursuit of the missing remotes.
And meanwhile what am I doing? I’m sitting back chortling with malicious enjoyment.
Ah… married life: it can be a joy sometimes!