I should not admit this. But I will. I can’t find the remote control for the TV. And I hate to admit further that I was the last to touch it. It isn’t in or under the sofa; it isn’t on any of the tables; it isn’t in the bathrooms, bedrooms or kitchen or even under the cat (I’ve been fooled by that secret spot several times).

And the worst of it? I simply CANNOT watch TV, can’t even turn it on, without my remote. It’s so uncivilized! So I am certain the house will get cleaned today (as the search continues), and I will get caught up with all my blogs (it’s not on my laptop).

Maybe Captain Sarcastic hid it on purpose hoping it’d inspire me to cook. Well, now THAT’S just taking it too far.

Update: After clearing old mail and finding diaper coupons under the sofa, I dismantled the sofa cushions. And viola! The remote control has been found and captured. All is well with my world again. AND the ultrasound specialist was very pleased with my amniotic fluid levels–I’d hope so, considering I’m literally drinking a gallon of water a day–and Sun’s neck. Her neck has moved away from touching her back. Not down by her chest, but a marked improvement. And she was so cute today! She was sucking her fingers and sticking out her tongue when pushed on.