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|Remote control = the catalyst for American obesity|
I was watching TV, cleaning my bathroom, picking up my bedroom and running through my head the thousands of things I should be doing so I could win "multi-tasking queen of the year". There is an award for that, right? NO?! At least a sash, right?
Anyhoo, during my marathon of multi-tasking I picked up my TV remote. The remote belongs to a TV that I bought not too long ago. A TV that I don't know how to turn off without the remote. And during the multi-tasking I misplaced the remote.
I. MISPLACED. THE. REMOTE.
Did I mention I was watching TV while multi-tasking? A TV that I don't know how to turn off without the remote. And, no, I'm not going to unplug it from the wall because I was raised in a trailer park ... not in a zoo. Don't be weird when you think you can just unplug stuff from the wall and not suffer the consequences.
So I spewed some colorful language. Then I started to retrace my steps. But since I'm getting older I couldn't remember all the steps. It was like a 'Dancing With the Stars' episode but I wasn't wearing Spanx. However, I was a hot mess.
After 5 minutes of searching for the remote I finally stumbled upon it in my closet. I felt like I had won Easter and 'Where's Waldo?' by finding that damned remote. And the first thing I did was turn off the TV. The second thing I did was place the remote back on the nightstand.
You would think I had learned my lesson about multi-tasking but I was too busy thinking about the next thousand things to accomplish on my to do list.