I have found the remote. As I ranted yesterday, I was most likely sitting on the damn thing. It was ever-so-trickily wedged under two cushions, so when I looked under one, it was masked by the other. When I finally dragged both cushions off at the same time, there it was. Innocently lying there amongst the crumbs and small toys.
I am most pleased--now I can watch The Tudors, which I recorded last night, today.
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Years ago, my mom lost her phone book. For months. One day she saw her cleaning girl neatly place it under the chair cushion. Mom asked the cleaning girl why she was doing that. The girl answered that it's been there for months and thought that my mom was hiding it there.
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