About a month ago Mackenzi and I decided we needed to do an overhaul of our closets. Now, if you remember this post, you will remember that my closet is the size of a shoe box. I am surprised I haven't been suffocated by my clothes as I look for long lost items.
As I cleaned my closet I thought, "ah, room to breath!" However, not two seconds later i thought, "My closet looks a little bare. I think I need some new clothes to fill all this empty space!" I now realize my mental health might be in jeopardy.
We loaded up Kenzi's car with all the clothes we were donating:
We drove over to the Boy & Girls drop box by our house and started unloaded the car:
At one point, I turned around and saw this:
I couldn't stop laughing.
As we were mid-unload, a lady drove up and said, "leave room for my stuff!" I turned to her and said, "better luck next time B, we were here first!" Ok. Ok. I really didn't say that. Maybe I just thought it. But the best part was, the lady got out of her car and opened her trunk and pulled out one shirt. ONE! Seriously? Seriously??? Did she really think her ONE shirt wasn't going to fit in the bin? She then continued to tell us that she was donating her husbands old shirt and that she, "hopes he doesn't want it anymore."
I smiled, gave her a hug and thanked her for letting me know that when I get married and my husband wears ugly clothes, I can just take them when he is not looking and donate them to charity.