We have a shoe rack for a reason

So like, the Googster (bless her heart) has this habit of leaving her shoes lying around the place. All the time. Everywhere. In the living room. In the bathroom. In the bedroom. In the kitchen. If you sit on the couch and stretch your legs out under the coffee table, you will stub your toes on a pair of shoes. If you sneak into the bedroom at 5 am to get to bed, you will trip over shoes. When you get up from your favourite hotspot in the living room after a long day of work you will find that there are a pair of shoes waiting for you to stumble over. I swear it's like she follows me around planting shoes in my wake so the minute I turn around there's something else to trip over. And they're never strappy sandals either. Always the big chunky ones that actually hurt your toes when you kick them. I'm going to hide every pair of shoes I find that are where they shouldn't be. That'll teach her. Hah. I'm going to build shelves in the balcony for this purpose. Everytime I have to put something away, I'll just put it away in the balcony and wait for her to notice. Just my luck, she won't notice and the suspense will eat away at me slowly until one day I lose it and set fire to the magician table with the red tablecloth.