The TV In Our Living Room

Mostly True Memoirs

The TV In Our Living Room

The TV in our living room has three remotes.

I can never figure the darn thing out.

Now we have a new speaker.

And an additional remote to go with it.

Bob explained, again, which of the identical remotes controls which device and which order I need to press which buttons to watch different programs.


I didn’t want to watch anything anyway.


A New Tradition

Mostly True Memoirs

A new tradition


The Grown Son has a new tradition.

Every weekend he sets up all the TVs in the living room.

So he can watch All The Games.

At once.

It’s a nice arrangement.

With a little Buffalo chicken dip and some guacamole, it’s like a sports bar.

But with pajamas.

The only problem is the extension cords that are set up across the doorway.

Me:  You have to move these. I’m going to fall on my face.

Grown Son: *Eyes glued to the TV* So be more careful.

Me: *Tripping again* *That’s not gonna happen.*

I need a new approach.

Me: When I go down, I’m taking all these TVs with me.

Grown Son: *Immediately gets up and moves the extension cords to a safer location.*

Me: *Smug* *I won.*