This morning, Father Knows Best sat down on an open-faced peanut butter & jelly sandwich that Kitten had left on the seat of his chair in the kitchen. When he stood up to answer the phone, the piece of bread was stuck to his pants over the butt cheek area. Shortly thereafter, I I sat down on my iPhone which had slipped from behind my back to the seat of my desk chair and although it was not covered in sweet condiments*, it stuck to my pants over the butt cheek area.
This cannot be a coincidence. So if you have been wondering where I am, this is where: being spied on by my own TV. In reverse.
*There’s a very slight probability that hairspray residue was involved.