JiM's Dreams

Last night, the Husband has gone to bed. It is dark and quiet in the house, save for where I am, reading. Suddenly, there is a burst of porno music from the living room. When I go out to investigate, there is no one there and the cable is turned on, blaring cheesy soundtrack of some sort. I turn it off and go back to the study. A few minutes later, the same thing happens. When I go out, I am envisioning ghosts or those really bad teen slasher movies - there will be someone in outmoded athletic wear, waving a carving knife just after I breathe a sigh of relief and giggle at my own imaginings. This time, the tv is on, too. There is a pay-per-view movie all lined and ready to go (we never use PPV.) The Husband is still snoring in the bedroom, so no practical joke.

I finally figured it out. The cat has been laying on the remote control. Fortunately, I got there before he actually ordered the porn flick.