Escaaaaaape.

I had to leave our hotel room before I beat my husband with that damned remote. What is it with men and channel surfing?

I keed, I keed. I'd maybe hit him with a pillow. Or throw little balls of scrap yarn at him.

But I suppose it's better than getting all sorts of "helpful advice" about moving in from people who are moving out. Granted, some of it was actually useful, but I didn't know how to tell the guy to go bugger off and find his wife and child who'd already left the computer room. :P