ok- it's official

i'm short. generally this does not bother me because i compensate by standing on things and asking my husband to reach for me. however, there are those rare occasions when it becomes painfully obvious that i have an impediment to my success. one such occasion was this afternoon when i decided that i was going to hang a plant in my work room. well, the ceiling is high because my apartment is old and although i was standing on my step stool, i had a bit of a stretch. after much cursing, i finally got the damned thing hung- and was very pleased with my perserverance. to all of you short people or left handed people or others who aren't 'normal,' do not feel alone- for i am with you.