Okay, I'll give credit where credit is due.
I love my closet.
I never thought in a million years I would say that sentence ... especially during our construction period (which lasted a little over 52 years) ... but there you have it. Yes, Debbie was right (oh how that hurts to say out loud).
There is now enough room for my stuff. All my tee shirts are stacked, my ties all have hooks, my shoes have homes ... all is put away.
Thank you honey.
Only one question ... what the heck is that thing that Michael (who created the big balls in the dining room) put next to my bed?
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