Have You Seen Me?

Hi.  I'm the remote for the upstairs TV at the Iowa Blog Cabin and I've been lost for nearly three weeks.  Nobody seems to care.  Sure, now that Doorah has his big, fancy 42,000", 1080pightl Hi/lo/medium Def/hard of hearing TV, I'm not quite as important as I once was.  But don't I deserve to be found?  After all, wasn't I good enough when you were stuck down in the basement (before it was cool) watch NASCAR, football and Cosby show reruns on that pathetic 27" TV?  I'm begging you, find me.  I still have good years left.

Doorah's funny...he'll come home - usually around 5:20 p.m., and want to flip on Ed Wilson or That 70's Show while waiting for dinner.  He'll stumble around the living room for a few minutes mumbling about how he's "never had a remote that was this lost."  He always looks in the same spots, thinking somehow I'll be there this time.  Frustrated, he'll sit down at the kitchen table - they'll all eat dinner and then go downstairs to watch...that THING in the basement.  I don't know if he'll ever find me.  But I'm here.  Right where he left me. 

I thought about writing a randsom note - demanding to be returned to the basement - the "manatorium," as he calls it.  But I'm not sure it would matter.  I'll just sit here and collect dust as my batteries slowly wear out.  I've had a good run, but please, please find me.  I'm still good for a few more years of HGTV or pro bowling...Anything. 

Please find me.