closets

Walking into my husband's closet on some days is almost a surreal experience. It reminded me of a Salvadore Dali painting the other day. There was a pair of pants that appeared to be climbing over the rod. There was a shirt draped over the hamper, as if it was trying to climb in or out, one sleeve in the rest out. Shoes were sitting on the floor with socks lazily hanging out the top. Sometimes I think I've come upon them by surprise and they now have to pretend to be lifeless, when in reality, they aren't. It kind of creeps me out. And I wonder why it is so difficult for him to hang up the pants and put the shirt all the way in the hamper. But where would the fun be in that? Next month I am going to offer a course in the correct usage of a hanger. There is still time to sign up a loved one.