Our kitchen isn’t dirty. But somehow, this morning, I managed to walk on SOMETHING which I can’t find now, no matter how much I look. Reason # 7873870935 that it is unwise for me to not wear shoes even though I hate shoes: I have a big old cut on the bottom of my foot. Luckily we have bandaids, and also luckily I got a tetanus shot the LAST time I hacked my foot open on some mystery thing. Also I don’t think this time warrants stitches.
And just now? I was getting a carrot out of the fridge for Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson. Okay, and another carrot for me. Of course I banged my head on the fridge door! What do you take me for, someone who’s normal?
heh you sound a lot like me. Except I have to wear shoes in the house because we have an aging basset hound with bladder control issues. No matter how often we mop or shampoo the carpets, I’ll never walk in my house barefoot again.