Argh...

I don't know where to start. I was startled awake last night by my entire closet crashing to the floor. I have no idea what time it was when it took the plunge, but I knew instantly what the noise was and spent the next half hour trying to get back to sleep while simultaneously drafting a plan as how to get myself out of this new pickle.

I called our home builder this morning and threw a fit. And then I apologized and admitted it was probably my own fault. But, could they please come and help me? I'm pregnant and my husband works in politics--bad timing for my closet to collapse. They are coming to fix it tomorrow.

I guess it's a good excuse to go through my closet. And I mean really go through it. It's time to get rid of the stuff I've been holding on to--hoping I'll fit into one day. When that day comes, I'll want something new, not something I've been staring at for five years. Right? Perhaps I'll learn how to sell items on ebay. It just hurts too bad to simply give it all away.

It's pouring rain outside right now and I couldn't be happier. I love it. All the windows are open in the house and we are listening to the sweet sound of rain! Finally. Although, it might put a damper on our Halloween plans...