Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I remember...

The light switch to the left of one's entrance into our everchanging kitchen. My mom should've gone to school for interior design. Instead, she remodels every room in the house each year or so. The light switch is at rib level for me. It is positioned in the middle of a small column of wall before the pantries begin. The light switch isn't actually a light switch. It is a spherical knob that lightens and darkens the kitchen. The knob is ugly and off-white and needs to be replaced. It falls off if you press or pull any other way than inward. Or if your fingers are sticky. The noise it makes when it hits the ground scares my dogs. When it falls, the two of them scatter their frightened bodies away from the sound of the indestructable plastic knob.

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