In 2011 I made a goal to make my bed every day that year, and I did it. I decided to continue that goal this year and I did a great job of doing it until I moved to Arizona. For some reason Arizona has made me a little lazier than I used to be (but only a little). I recently decided to get back on the horse and start making my bed again.
|The aftermath of my height-induced accident|
|This is what my bed looked like when I got home from school|
On my way home from school I stopped by the Home Depot to get a replacement light cover (because I'm a good renter). The cashier at the Home Depot was really chatty (note: I prefer talkative cashiers to the quiet, boring kind) and I explained to her how I'd accidentally broken the light fixture. She said, "Honey, I always hit this one light in my living room when I'm sweeping, but it never breaks. I swear, one day I'm just gonna look at it wrong and it'll shatter because I've hit the darned thing so many times." Her story made me feel less silly for breaking the light cover and gave me a funny mental image of a middle aged woman in her living room scowling at her light and then watching it burst into pieces.
Kevin told me that night that our other roommate, who's also tall, had broken a light cover in his room in the exact same way that I had. It's tough being tall.