It Was About Time
A couple of nights ago, my husband called me while I was on my way home from school, and he told me that he was going to be stopping in a few electronics stores on the way home from the office. I asked him why he had to stop, and he told me that he had to get a new remote for the TV. He was tired of having to get up every time that he wanted to change the channel. I told him that I was glad that he was finally going to replace the remote. It had only been three weeks.
