I pick on her for it a bit, but really she's been pretty cool. She did bang two tv remotes together this morning like she was trying to beat an evil spirit out of them. Apparently, Direct TV remotes dont change the channel fast enough nowadays. I hit the reset button on the receiver, handed her 4 AA batteries, kissed on the forehead, and told her I was headed to work.
She texted about 3 hours later and wrote, "Sorry". I lulzed.