Last Thursday night, I took Stella to Mamoo's to stay while we were on our trip. Stella likes it at my mom's, because there are two and a half other chihuahuas and a couple of doxies. Life is good for dogs at Mamoo's, where my grandmother is home to baby them all day.
Anyway, while I was at Mom's, I couldn't help but notice the remote that Granny was using--probably because it was as big as the control panel for the space shuttle Discovery. I commented on it, not realizing it was such a sore point.
TR: Can you change the neighbors' channels with that thing?
Granny: I can't figure out how to change our own.
Mamoo: I keep telling her you have to push "Guide" first. It's not hard.
Granny: I just need time to get used to it.
Mamoo (under her breath): It's been six months!
It reminded me of me and my girls. Mamoo is 63; Granny is 81. Evidently, some things never change.
4 comments:
I have that remote. No lie.
(I can't get it to work either...)
You shouldn't tell anyone that, Alena.
Christ...you should be able to change channels on Mars with that thing.
I gave that remote to my mom (her glasses are really thick). I think it's still in the package. teehee.
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