OOOHH!

It all makes sense now.  Thank goodness I decided to read the instruction manual.

My poor husband. He’s in the family room on his laptop and has the television on. I’ll wander in there and sit down on the couch. I figure he’s not really paying attention to what he’s watching (ie: he’s watching basketball and I know he’s not a big basketball fan) so I ask if I can have the tv switcher so I can watch something different.

I’ll then remember something that needed to get done, like the dishes, and I’ll go do that. After the chore of the moment is finished I completely forget about the television and usually end up on the computer, or I’ll go read a book, or take a nap.

And there’s Husband, still in the family room, still watching whatever I forgot I was watching.

Right now he’s stuck watching Unbeatable Banzuke and the clicker is on the other side of the room. I should probably go back in there.

“You stay put, hon. It’s Saturday.” As the husband rolls out of bed to take care of a hungry baby at 6:30 am.

Other awesome gifts include:

“I put my dishes in the dishwasher!”

and

“I took out the trash.”

and especially

“I’ll give MiMao Stink-Cat a bath.”