The first time I stepped on a toy, I bemusedly thought, “I have finally arrived.” That response quickly devolved into a series of muffled grumblings peppered with profanity as I stepped on more and more toys. With a rug that I’m assuming is intentionally designed to camouflage toys, I’ve stepped on so many toys that I don’t even care unless it’s particularly painful. And yeah, I’ve stepped on the Joker. Batman failed at cleaning up his new hood.
Day 100 of 366