Good Morning! I sincerely hope everybody survived Christmas with the family. Or your variation thereof.
As I was preparing for the hordes to descend, cleaning the house was high on the priority list. I dusted. I vacuumed. I picked up crap and put it in its assigned place.
Part of said crap was the variety of remote control devices we own. We have one for the TV in the living room. We have one for the cable box in the living room, which controls almost all functions on afore mentioned TV. We have one for the DVD player. We have one for the VCR which we never use, since we have a DVD player and it is so much cooler. We have one for the sound system. (Which isn’t hooked up at the moment, but it will be again soon.) We have one for the ceiling fan/overhead light. (Yes I know there are such things as “universal remotes,” but I have yet to find one that actually works all of our toys.)
On to the bedroom. We have a remote for the TV. We have a remote for the cable box, which works almost all functions on afore mentioned TV. And we have a remote for the DVD/VCR in the bedroom. Which we rarely use.
Have we been keeping count? 9. We have 9 remotes. The six in the living room are supposed to live in one of those fat fake book boxes you get from Pier One. But they are usually scattered all around the room.
That’s not including “keyless entry” to our cars! We each have each other’s as well as our own. That makes four more!
Does anyone remember when children were the TV remotes?