Thursday, August 6, 2009

Late Night

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.

6 comments:

Sarah said...

How much fun! It's good to know that others have these sorts of disasters, too. I could write a book about all the bizarre "incidents" we have had. btw...where are you going when you move? Local?

Michelle Croft said...

Down the street. We're going to manage some apartments. We'll be on the other side of the block that we live on now. Another bathroom and about 300 more square feet.

Stacey said...

Maybe you have too many clothes, Michelle???
Not a fun thing to come home to!! Bright side is that you can pack a little early!! :)

Michelle Croft said...

It's all of Michael's pants. He has way more pants than I do.

Brenda said...

Sorry about that Michelle, that happened to me once. It's not fun.

Kristy said...

At first I was thinking the girls had been swinging on it. LOL!!!! Poor Wynn, he probably thought he was in trouble;) I think you may have a lot of clothes!!!!