And That's What I Forgot At Target Yesterday

I'll be honest. I have a lot of clothes. When you haven't grown since 1997, you begin to amass quite a wardrobe. And apparently it had been too long since I purged useless pairs of pants and shorts from my closet, because I walked in last week and found this: And really, it's so stupid that I have that many pairs of pants. I wear about ONE of them on a regular basis--my jeans. OK, there are a few more I wear on a semi regular basis, but I'm pretty sure the pink capris I bought from GapKids in 2006 aren't going to fit me because, um, I eat now, and I'm pretty sure that skinny jeans only work on people I ogle in US Weekly (yet I'm oddly attracted to them and keep trying to make them work...why is this?). So yes, I could have been purging instead of cramming and maybe this led to some over-stuffing of the hanging shelf thingy.

Preston noticed the hanging shelf thingy on the brink of pants explosion one morning and said, "I think you have too many pants." Which, yes, as we've discussed, is most likely true; but I ask you, gentle reader, should such a statement really be coming from someone who's closet looks like this? Methinks, not. Also, riddle me this: why do you think Preston needs eleven pairs of khakis that are all exactly the same? These are important questions we're evidently not answering in our deep marriage-y conversations. ANYWAYS, I completely forgot about the dilemma of the hanging shelf thingy when I went to Target with Penelope yesterday and didn't think about it at all until this afternoon when I opened the closet door and realized shit. Pants explosion in the closet is now even more imminent. OOPS. Oh well. There could be worse things than having to make an extra trip to Mecca tomorrow.