I usually only do the stairs to the kitchen/living room once a day because it’s a real process getting up and down them without putting weight on my broken ankle.
Hubs decided to set up a TV in the living room since I can’t make it down the long flight to the family room where the big screen is. He found an old TV, dragged it out of the basement, plugged it in. Then he couldn’t find the remote and kept asking me where it was like I would know??
Now he and the youngest are searching the office for the old Amazon Fire sticks to connect it to streaming. I’ve explained where they were last time I saw them but he moved everything before the window guys came and now he doesn’t know where they are.
Odds are, tomorrow when I’m back in that level, I’ll go open a desk drawer and there they are. Right now I’m sitting here enjoying the schadenfreude.
He went downstairs and stole the fire box from the big tv. I tried to ten him that one was so old that it’s temperamental and only works a third of the time. Now he’s cussing at it because he can’t get it to come on even though it’s plugged in.
I don’t have the heart to tell him the sticks he was looking for were even older. I’ve jury rigged all out tvs to keep from buying n new ones
