Bantha Clicker

To watch Matlock I sat down to watch today. My favorite show that is. Every day I watch it. Old it never gets. But today, to panic I started! Find the remote control I could not! All over the living room I looked. All the sofa cushions I pulled out. Under the sofa I looked. Inside the recliner I looked. The magazine holder I emptied. The carpet I made the Younglings pull up. Under Harvey's bed we looked (end up there, all kinds of stuff does). Still, find it I could not. Then something I remembered. One of those beepers activated by clapping I had installed on the remote control (trouble finding it before I have had). So loudly I clapped. But nothing I heard. So all over the Temple I started clapping. Nothing. Until close to the parking garage I got. A beep from the parking garage I heard! Into the parking garage I went and again I clapped. The beep I definately heard. But muffled it was. Around I looked so that see where the sound was coming from I could. From Bob the Bantha it was coming! So now, complicated, watching TV is. If to change the channel I want, lay down in front of the TV I make Bob. Then, jump on him every time I need to change the channel I have to. To change the volume, rotate his right hind leg to the left I have to. And to turn the TV on or off, to blow in his ear I must. Of course, wait for the remote to "pass" I could. But a feeling I have that want it then, I will not! ************************ Forget to vote on the "Best of Master Yoda" poll, do not! Choosing from posts 101 to 200, you will be. A little summary next to many of the post titles, my Stupid Intern wrote on the poll, so have to go back and read all of those post you will not. Open until this Thursday, the poll will be. But procrastinate do not! Want a Force-wedgie do you? Hmph! .