Attack of the Killer Picture

There are a few laws of physics that apply only to me. If it is flying through the air, it will hit me in the eye. If it is falling, it will land on my foot.
I have a picture in my bathroom. It’s quite nice – an undersea series of colorful, interesting fish in a very sturdy metal frame. But I’m not very good at hanging pictures. And I sometimes have balance issues. Especially when I first wake up.
My bathroom is 6×6. Amazingly, everything fits in there that should, but sometimes maneuvering can be difficult. A year or so ago, the size of the bathroom, my balance issues, and lack of picture hanging skills all collided. Quite literally. At 5:00 a.m. I knocked the picture off of the wall. The sharp metal corner went into my foot. The picture is quite heavy, and that is NOT a mess you want to deal with when you’re not awake. Going from not awake to in shock isn’t good either. The picture survived intact.
I eventually recovered. I have an interesting scar on my foot now. Some months later, I knocked the thing off the wall again. Fortunately I got my feet out of the way. This time, the glass shattered. My brother works for a photographer and reglazed it for me.
This morning, I knocked the picture off the wall again. This is turning into a habit. This time, it landed on a miniature ceramic bathtub that I’d been using to keep cat toys in. The small bathtub never had a chance – it shattered. I loved that little tub. And now my oldest cat is upset. She doesn’t see very well, and doesn’t like it when things change.
The picture is back up on the wall. Biding its time