Strange but true...

Had a great weekend with queenzulu and mockingspike staying at our place. Much lolling about, eating sour jujubes, and some watching of SGA was accomplished.

However.

Now we cannot find the TV remote.

It's not under the coffee table, under the couch, under the couch cushions, on the floor, behind the perpetual stacks o' library books, or absently wandered into another room and left on the computer desk, bathroom counter, or bedside table.

I even called queenzulu and mockingspike and asked if either one of them had accidentally packed it or had it knocked into one of their bags.

Grumble. I hate misplacing things.