I hate my TV remote.
I have one remote that is working order right at the moment. Yes, we have two remotes for two TVs. Do they both work? Of course not. One works. I am blaming this malfunction on the baby because she is OBSESSED with the TV remote and she is the one that is constantly hauling it around, punching buttons, slobbering on it, and causing me general grief over the whole thing on a daily basis. And no, a bunk remote with no batteries does not satisfy her craving. Somehow she knows the difference and casually tosses the dead one aside like it’s a boogery Kleenex. I have only had one working remote for about four weeks now. I carry the working remote downstairs if I have to change channels for my kid or do anything of the sort with that basement television. THIS IS A PAIN IN MY ASS. That’s how we roll here at my house. Just limp along with the half-working thing and do what you can to survive.
I AM JUST ABOUT OVER IT.
Please, please someone who knows anything about electronics please tell me what to do. I’ve pushed every button on that damn thing and it just won’t budge. I’ve changed the batteries. I’ve thrown it against the wall. (I knew that wouldn’t do anything, but it made a nice thunk and chipped my wall paint.)
Even better, come over to my house and JUST FIX IT.
I will reward you with some sort of baked goods.