I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown!
Someone has taken the remote control. It quite possibly could have been the baby.
The TV is stuck on Treehouse and if I watch more Franklin the fricken turtle or this other crap - I'm out. My brain will tell me it's leaving for good. Even if I turn the TV off for now and put on a CD, I'll know that I can't turn the channel afterwards. It's like a large purple dinosaur shaped cloud hanging over my head.
I have torn the house apart looking for them, but I can't find them.
Any advice?
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