My House © Danielle

The Story
You’re viewing a little picture of my house right there. You’ll notice that there isn’t a huge about of room between the house and the pool.. about 2 feet in the narrowest point. But I’ve been living here for nearly two years without a problem.
I’ve walked up that path in the pitchblack night, texting, reading mail, carrying bags and boxes that have obstructed my view.

However, on Saturday night, with no reason or obstruction to cause my downfall, I simply walked straight into the pool, fully clothed, handbag over one shoulder.

Seeing as I’ve already mentioned the story a couple of times, and word is spreading fast, I thought I would tell the tale here, so that at least while you’re laughing at my expense, I can enjoy the view.

It really is very very funny.

What do you think?