... and apparently she doesn't pay attention to the laws of gravity and physics, either. And if she'd put things away, this wouldn't have happened.
I fell off the toilet. Yes, you read that correctly, I FELL OFF A TOILET. Stone cold sober, too.
Men gots it easy. They can just shake things and go on with their lives. Except some of them are convinced there is a Toilet Paper Fairy and if you leave an empty cardboard tube, the Toilet Paper Fairy will replace it with a fresh, spongy roll of that heaven-sent stuff, and therein lies part of my problem.
Second, we all know one merely RENTS coffee and at some point, you're going to be finished with it. Sooner rather than later if you happen to drink um... 5 cups?
And well. I sort of kind of forgot to restock the cabinets although I had the foresight to cart the resupply upstairs and leave it outside the door.
I know, I know, I know.
And I was SURE I could reach it if I just stretched a little more.... just... one... more.... inch....
Do the math. Hit the door frame with the top of my forehead. Rock ON with my graceful self.