OK,so maybe it hasn't happened to you yet but it has to me.  At least once during the night I have to make a little trip to the bathroom. I've told you more than you wanted to know already haven't I?
   Well there is another part of this story.  Since our little dachshund, Harley, hurt his back we don't let him sleep in our bed in fear that he may jump off.  He sleeps in his kennel beside our bed.  Each night before we go to bed, Sandy pulls the kennel from the living room to the bed room.  The kennel is on my side of the bed and there is just enough room for me to walk by.
   A few nights ago I went to bed early and after I was asleep Sandy pulled Harley's kennel into the bed room.  For some unknown reason she placed the kennel at the end of the bed instead of beside the bed.
   You guessed it.  At three AM I get out of bed and head for the bathroom.  I am careful not to hit the kennel that I think is beside my bed.  I turn at the end of the bed and run slap into the kennel.  Harley is a small dog but this is no little kennel.  You could put a Great Dane in this thing. I hit the kennel in the pitch dark and you would have thought I was wrestling an iron octopus. The damn thing wouldn't let go of me.
   Finally after Harley, Sandy and half of the neighborhood is awake I escape from the clutches of this maze of wire. Still completely in the dark and dioriented and somehow still asleep, I turned left into what I must have thought was the bath room. I opened the door and turned on the light, walked in and shut the door behind me. I heard Sandy yell " What are you doing?"  Thank goodness she yelled because I now realized that I was standing in our closet about to do a very bad thing.  What would have made it so bad was the fact that I was on her side of the closet.
                                                         Carl

The moral of this story is.  See what happens when a woman rearranges the furniture.