I stepped into my closet to change into my pajamas.

I took off my bra, and both an earring and a piece of chocolate cake fell to the floor.

You know?  When I go to the carnival and try to get the loops on the bottle necks, I don’t even come close.  Basketballs never hit the hoop.  Wads of paper miss the trash can by a good 2 feet.

How is it that a teeny piece of jewelry manages to fall precisely down my cleavage and land in the bottom of my bra without my noticing?

And I don’t remember eating any chocolate cake.