Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Walking zombie

So, when the floor was being installed, Dad would work on it before I got up. One day, I woke up, sorta, and went into the dining room to where dad was, in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. I looked into the kitchen and remarked, "Where's the refrigerator". Obviously I didn't count the large obstacle that I had to walk around to even see into the kitchen. duhhhh

3 comments:

Ker said...

hee hee.

Carolyn said...

I can't remember, what is the flooring like in your dining room?

annahannah said...

hard wood