Dw’s in Africa for a couple of weeks and the kids and I are holding down the fort.  He banned me from painting {such a party-pooper} so instead I’ve been doing another project idea I had.  *smile*  Boy-oh-boy-oh-boy will he ever be surprised.

Graham and Savannah stopped over today and the kids couldn’t wait to show Graham {especially} what we have been doing.  Graham saw it and turned to me and said, “Ummm, does Dad know you’re doing this?”   Still giggling at Graham’s expression.  I love surprises.

Anyway, but I thought you guys would enjoy the pictures I just took.

So Ruby and I were going to do something and I was taking her wheelchair into our bedroom and closet with me and as I approached the closet door I strained my eyes.  What in the world??

Here’s what I found:

In all my years I have never seen anything like it.  I had clothes hanging on the hangers, like Dw’s shirts and my dresses/skirts, but not tons.  I had a few baskets on top of the shelf with Ruby’s winter clothes in.  I had another basket as well and a few little boxes.  (The big ol’ box was not on the shelves.)

Really glad that I wasn’t no one was in the closet or I probably would have had an accident.  Oh, that’s right, I forgot, I had surgery for that.  Whew.  Still glad I wasn’t in the closet.

Have you ever had this happen??

Then I’m also wondering…wouldn’t the Boss want me to paint, I mean, look at the walls…I could make them look so pretty before he comes back and has to put all this stuff up??  Like lime green or something.  Kidding, kidding.

I’d say it’s pretty safe to say I will not be wearing a dress to church tomorrow.