All the buzz, for most of the day, has been about the date, and its sinister biblical indications.  I didn't put too much store in the ominous portents, and went off to do volunteer work on a project for the community.  It was a long day, and at 5 o'clock, when I would normally try to be home, I found we still had a bit more to go.  So I called hubby and told him I would be a bit late for cocktail hour.  It was during that conversation that I was told of our household's catastrophy! 

Horror of horror's, unbelievably the "clicker" (remote control, for the non-technically challenged)  for the master bedroom's television had turned up missing!!!  Because I am the one who generally retrieves it from its morning resting place on the bed as I make it up, I was considered the culprit.  Alas, I recalled that I had not seen it since I exited bed and handed it to him.  Wherever could it be?  It had not been in its accustomed spot when I made the bed! 

Arriving back at home, my distraught other half was still upset.  He'd obviously gone to great lengths to discover the whereabouts of the treasured item.  The bed clothes, decorative pillows and sundry bedroom items were strewn about in disarray.  Drawers had been ransacked, dirty clothes hampers strewn, and all to no avail.  Every "clicker" in the house was tried to see if it would work on that TV, with no success.  I offered to drive to the store for a replacement, but hubby's convinced they won't work as well as the missing member....of the family. 

Unable to delay any longer (two Manhattans will do that to you!) he decided to brave bed without his cherished accoutrement.....until he hit upon an idea!  "I know", he told me excitedly, "you could...."  Reading his mind, I told him "NO WAY am I going to stand here and be the "remote"!"  Sheesh!