This is funny. A really funny story.

Yesterday I cleaned my room. I pulled the sheets off the bed and threw them in the wash, put new sheets on and finished cleaning my room.

After that I sat in my living room to watch T.V. and realized after I sat down that I wanted a Dr Pepper. The sodas are in a mini-fridge in Dan’s closet so I get up to go get one and the T.V. in our room is on, and it’s going through those free channels the fire T.V. has. The only thing in the room at the time is my little dog and she’s staring at me like what?

So I call Dan and I ask him if he knows where the remote is, he says he threw it on my side of the bed when he went to work so I’m thinking ok it’s fallen between the mattress and the headboard, or it fell on the floor and now my little dog is laying on it, whatever the situation I didn’t care I thought I’ll deal with it later.

It’s later. I look in all the spots just mentioned and didn’t find it when suddenly it dawns on me, Dan threw it on my side of the bed, I took off the sheets and threw them in the wash. I washed it, I went immediately and took the sheets out and put them in the dryer and there, at the bottom of the washer was the remote.

It was sending me s.o.s. signals while it was drowning. I had no idea.

I went and got another one but how crazy it that?

I’m glad Tuesday is over. I was a nutty day.