My kids lost the remote to the TV. It’s all Nickelodeon, all the time, twenty-four/seven. Shoot me now. I have torn the house apart looking for it- even going so far as to dig through the stuffing from the cushions Bean sliced open with my shears (remember that fun day?) For crap’s sake, I even tipped the damn couch on end, wondering if it was stuck inside. One more episode of iCarly and I may do something terrible, drastic, mean or criminal. Help me, people!! I’m going INSANE!