that damn remote

James picks on me because I am really good at misplacing the remote. Really. Like the other night, Katie was sitting between us and I was looking for the remote and I jostled her because I thought she was sitting on the remote and she meowy-bitched about it and then it turned out that I was the one sitting on the remote. 

But anyway, I griped at him a little for it last night, but now I can never complain about him teasing me about the remote ever again, because I just found the remote in my purse.