This is what happened to our closet this morning. When I heard it all crash and MrZ scream, I almost had a heart attack as I envisioned him being crushed under the weight of his damn t-shirts. Come to think of it, now that I know he has not been murdered by golf shirts, it almost serves him right for the nine million times I’ve begged him to thin out his wardrobe. Not that I would ever wish harm upon my husband, but the collapse did kinda prove me right, don’t you think?
The other freaky part? NikkiZ plays in there all the time while I put up clothes or get ready for work. The cheap ass closet system would have definitely hurt her, whereas it just jarred MrZ a bit. Damn plastic crap.
Now – the question for the ages? What in the hell do we do now? We don’t own bedroom furniture. All of our clothes fit in that closet. MrZ is the picky one when it comes to wrinkled clothes (I’m happy as long as they don’t smell like vomit) so I guess I’ll take my clothes off the rack and let him have my side until we figure out what to do. We’re definitely not buying another one of those systems. We didn’t even have hardly anything on the shelf, just clothes on the racks, so we weren’t even usuing it to its supposed maximum potential before it gave out.
Stupid plastic crap. We might as well be hanging our clothes on spaghetti noodles.