Our cabinets were made so that the top shelves inside each one are adjustable. There are two lines of holes on each end of the cabinets and you stick pegs into the holes, then lay the shelf on top of the pegs. That way you can make the shelf as high or as low as you need.
In theory, it’s a good idea. Maybe you have taller items on the bottom of one cabinet and need the shelf above it moved higher than you do in the other cabinets. Or maybe you’re short (why is everyone looking at me?) and need your top cabinets lower than your 6’3″ husband needs them. (Seriously, stop looking at me.)
In reality, it’s a disaster waiting to happen. Or at least it’s a disaster when you combine it with a klutz named Shana.
I swear I didn’t do anything this time. Walking into doors that are standing right in front of me, tripping over a chair, bumping my head into the wall I’m standing near–I take full blame for all of that. But this was not my fault. The only thing I did was open the cabinet to grab the plastic thermos from the top shelf. I reach up and as soon as my fingers touch the thermos, the entire top shelf comes crashing down on top of me.
Luckily, the only thing we had on that shelf were two glasses that we never used, a plastic cup, and the thermos. One peg broke and that was all it took to fling a glass down on top of my head. It bounced off and then shattered on the counter. The other glass landed safely on a carton of Pepsi cans that the husband had sitting on the counter.
Somehow I always come out of these accidents without needing stitches, but it doesn’t exactly feel very good to have a heavy glass smack you in the head. And this was not my fault at all. My house is trying to attack me.