Michael and I went to a movie last night with some of his co-workers. Wynn was gracious enough to watch the girls for us. When we got home, Wynn said, "You're going to be so mad." I'm thinking the girls (okay, just Emma) have done something disastrous. Then he told me that our closet had fallen off the wall. What?! How does a closet fall off of a wall, it's a hole the wall.
This is what he meant
This is actually the cleaned up version. The bracket bent, which sent the shelf tumbling, which sent the rod down. Nothing is actually broken, it's just all over the floor. We figured that since we are supposed to move in October that we would just box the gazillon sweaters and photos. What good fortune Michael had to take Friday off, so he already has a project lined up for him. What a lucky guy. This was not what I was looking forward to doing at 10:00 last night. So much for getting to bed at a decent hour.