This is probably all the stitching I will get done today.
We bought a new television since the old one is on its last legs and the remote for it no longer works (horrors!). Dearly Beloved has been trying to set it up today.
Apparently there is something in the male genome that refuses to read directions or (Heaven Forbid!) call the help desk. You should just be able to plug it in and it will work, but somehow he has screwed up the remote for the new television. I do not know what he did--I was reading the set up directions to determine what should be done beyond plugging in and turning on while he was fiddling with it.
I did promise "til death do us part" but I don't remember anything about setting up a television in the vows.