Last night I decided to sleep on the couch because I have, like, the Whooping Cough or something, and I didn't want to disturb hubby's sleep. Plus, I could sleep semi-upright more comfortably. But really, I just wanted to watch TV all night long. So I got myself all set up. I got a glass of water and a bag of cough drops in case of middle of the night coughing fits. I got the TV tuned to TLC and I got all snuggled up under some blankets. I watched about three minutes of TV before I fell asleep.
Around 2 a.m. or so, I woke up to some horrendous infomercials. My first instict, rather than to turn off the TV altogether, was, "Oh, I'd better change the channel to something less annoying." So, I reached for the cable remote, which I thought I had placed right next to my pillow, but I couldn't find it. I figured it fell on the floor, but I didn't see it there either. I looked on Eric's little chair. Not there. I felt along the other side of the couch. Not there either. Hmmm. Oh well, I thought, I'll find it in the morning.
Fast forward to about 6:30 a.m. I wake with a terrible coughing fit. I reach for my glass of water and what do I find swimming in it? The remote control. Nice. I did my best to dry it out, but it doesn't appear to be working anymore. I didn't really think it would work, but I was holding out hope. I thought maybe the water would wash away that gooey stuff that got spilled in it last time, causing the numbers to stick. No such luck. Guess I'll have to go get a new one.
RIP, little guy.