Dropping Shoes

I'm waiting.
Do you hear it?  It's the sound of a shoe slowly falling... dropping.
We've hit a new high at my home.
Things are going so well.
In fact, I've become so boring because I have nothing to ponder, wonder about... worry.
My husband was the commander of our "pillow talk" last evening.
Instead of me, cutting in and detailing my concerns of the day.

Believe me, I like this place.
I'm just not use to being IN this new place.

Now, how do I staple that shoe to the ceiling?