Entry FeedI woke up this morning and noticed that I couldn't turn my head completely to the left. Upon closer inspection I noticed a slight bruising. Hmmm.
Let me me explain what happened yesterday.
We have eight TV remotes. Every second week, after the cleaning lady has been here, you can find them all neatly lined up on the TV stand. Within 48 hours you are lucky if you can find two. I pretty sure that a few of them don't actually go with any of the "components" (like the lingo?)
The world has changed. When I was a teenage, I could figure out how to turn the TV on and off at any house I was babysitting at, and put on a movie.
When we went away without the children last spring, it took me 1 1/2 pages and half an hour to explain to my mother how to put on a dvd for my kids (I think Son One was put in charge). Why all of the remotes? When did TVs become so complicated?
This means that last night, when my sister was visiting, she had no chance of figuring out how to change our set up from Sony Playstation to the TV news.
Picture this - we are sitting on the couch in our basement. My sister and I are sitting on the same couch. I am staring at a crazy snowboarding game repeat. My sister, perhaps frustrated by her impotence at being able to control the TV, picks up the nearest converter and throws it overhand at me.
We are sitting on the same couch.
There was no warning. A "heads up" or "catch" would have been nice.
I wasn't looking at her.
SHE THREW IT OVERHAND!
The converter made good, solid contact with my neck. I am not sure my brother in law has laughed so hard in a long time. This morning I have slight bruising and lack of mobility.
This must be proof that sibling torture continues into adulthood.
On a side note: If I say the words, "Beaver Banquet" what pops into your head?
Really? Not low budget Canadian wilderness porn?
See sister. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Tell me honestly - was your family day this much fun?