Dear Stairs,
As you know, I fell down your steps this weekend. I can't turn my head more than 10 degrees in either direction, but no biggie. It's not your fault. When it comes to stairs, I'm the biggest klutz. I can't even count the number of times I fell down my parents' stairs growing up. And it was always with a big plate of spaghetti. I still love you, Stairs. You provide access to my favorite part of the house. You give me nice round glutes. And if your slippery old carpet gets removed, you have such potential for greatness.
Your roomie, Shannon
{Image via Kiki Reichert}
