You know, there's one thing I REALLY hate about moving to a new house.
Whenever I'm wandering in the dark trying to find my way I usually:
a. Run into a wall
b. Run into the fridge
c. Run into a picture,
d. Run into a door
e. Run into a table
f. Run into a door hinge
g. All of the above
I haven't ran into a door hinge not once but three times already since August.
All three caused me on limping for at least 48 hours with a bruised pinkie.
Two of them caused me to cry and crazily roll around on the floor.
One caused me to have part of my pinkie toenail ripped off. [Beautiful thought I know.]
Oh yeah, and if I ever try to use my hands to feel the walls, I usually aim wrong and I get bruises.
I fail at walking in the dark.
