I love to share my pet peeves with people because I know they’re probably someone else’s as well.
Here’s my latest one. Getting comfortable on the couch or in a chair, having the comforter over you or the computer at your side. In other words, you are complete in your mission for comfort, then you realize the remote, phone, keyboard or another essential device is over on the other side of the room.
I normally realize this is about to happen after I feel like I’ve reached comfort utopia. I think “God, I am comfortable, thank you!” I think thing, what is it I don’t have? Ah crap!
I don’t have kids that I could ask to get the remote, etc. I don’t have a pet that I could will/wish could get the object for me. Nope, it means I got to forgo my oasis of happiness and get up and fetch it.
Of course, once you leave the center of comfortability, you can never return to it. Something just doesn’t feel right. Why does that cushion feel lumpy? The comforter is out of whack. I can’t get comfortable.
I know what you might think, “taawd, you have to plan better.” Normally when I’m in said situation, I’m not much for thinking or planning. Heck, I do that all day long. I just want to relax and kick back.
I may have to invest in one of the those really long “fetch-it” devices so I don’t have to give up my relaxation refuge. It’s really not the laziness factor just the fact I was so comfortable.
This is my new pet peeve,
I know this feeling well…this happens to me all the time.
Luckily I live with three other people and usually one will pass by and I’ll get them to get it for me. I am the ultimate in lazyness (and craftiness)
That’s the worse. When I settle on my bed, prop the pillows just right and the F’ing remote is on the dresser – 7 feet in front me.
I have that one happen all the time. If it is my phone then I am just unreachable for a few hours – if it is the remote then I’m stuck watching that Gilmore Girls marathon. I SWEAR that is why I watched it. Seriously…oh Lorali what are you up to today?
The phone always rings here, right when I get comfy. You’d think with teens, someone would answer it, but they’ve got their cells and know that the “house phone” is never for them. Grrr……