Here’s a couple more instances of why being short stinks sometimes.
1. When cleaning windows, I have to use a step stool…and after I thought all of my window cleaner’s floating molecules had settled, I looked up and got vinegar water mist in my eye…niiiiiice.
2. When attempting to put summer clothes away on the shelf in the closet, there was an avalanche. (I didn’t get a picture of the avalanche or aftermath, but here is what it looked like after I got a chair
rather than trying to balance on the edge of the toy box.)
3. When this is what you see when you are cooking,
you are totally unaware that this even exists…
Eww. I am actually afraid to look on top of the fridge.