We have a guide­line here Casa de Bog­a­r­dus that if con­trol of the remote is in pos­ses­sion of one indi­vid­ual and that indi­vid­ual leaves the room, after a period of time the per­son not in actual cus­tody of the remote may take tem­po­rary pos­ses­sion of the device until the orig­i­nal pos­ses­sor returns. Such tem­po­rary pos­ses­sion becomes per­ma­nent after a slightly longer unde­ter­mined period of time.

Donna was watch­ing House Hunters Get­aways* when she left the room for a few min­utes. I was lis­ten­ing to the FRS get­ting their butts kicked by Tampa Bay on the lap­top and after a few more pitches leaned over and grabbed the remote to do a lit­tle surf­ing for back­ground imagery. About 10 chan­nels later I found two droids (not phones) walk­ing across a desert.

*Is it just me or does this show now have more per­mu­ta­tions than CSI or Kar­dashian sisters?

The PCP told me this morn­ing that my blood work was peachy keen and the hos­pi­tal hasn’t called to tell me one of my blood cul­tures turned into a puls­ing, glow­ing broc­coli shaped thing, so I must be fine. I’m going to blame my slight puck­ish­ness on the two antibi­otics I’m tak­ing, because I know for sure that they are respon­si­ble for mak­ing my mouth taste like I’m suck­ing on nickels.