Moving Violations

A friend's wife was constantly moving furniture around, sometimes rearranging two or three rooms in a week. As a result he was always frustrated by being unable to find things. One night he heard someone knocking on the front door. Half awake, my friend jumped up, ran into the pitch-black living room and hit a wall. His wife was awakened by the loud thud. Then she heard him yell, "Sophie! Now where have you put the FRONT DOOR?"