Ok, you come home late at night and trying to keep quiet to not wake anyone, you don't turn on all the lights....
the funiture has been moved again.
BANG! shins have taken another beating as I massage them while laying on the floor moaning...shouldn't have had that last beer.

The wife apologizes, sorta, and says: sorry, I just got tired of looking at the endtable at the end of the coach....blah blah blah.
peace,
michel