Okay here’s one for the monthly moron awards. I just spent a good 25 minutes searching for my remote control, the one in the bedroom. It became a quest, verified by the fact that I walked past the TV ten times while searching for the thing. I was determined not to change the channels manually. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I even went out and looked in my car, don’t ask me why. Then I heard the washing machine ding. Why would that be significant to this story? Because I was washing my bedspread – the last place I saw the remote control.