Damn gremlins...

Once again, I am convinced we have gremlins.

For weeks now (since renos started) we have been unable to find the remote for the volume of our TV. Not a huge deal...but it has gotten more and more and more annoying as time has gone by. Honestly, it's the fact that we couldn't find it in a house of reno clutter. That we are the "kind of people who lose a remote control" you know? There's only 2 of us here...3 if you count Dad when he was here. It just got to the point that whenever we'd watch something we'd rant and search for the remote for a while...essentially raining on whatever mood we had had when starting out.

And the thing is I've searched the whole house. Multiple times.
Today, after another rant about how pathetic we are to lose things like this in our own house I calmed myself, did some painting and caulking and then took the time to calmly and methodically search every room in the damn house (again).

And know what?
Found it.
Guess where it was?
In the couch under the cushions we sit on to watch TV...where we BOTH have searched at least 5 times.Where we have sat for 2 weeks...
It was there, not concealed just like it had been waiting for us all along.

Gremlins man.
I'm telling you...