We interrupt this Montana reverie to bring you...

We interrupt this Montana reverie to bring you a:

*Drum roll, please*

closet cleaning.

Do not open that closet door! Don't do it I tell you!

I told you not too. 

I warned you.

See, I have a slight organization problem.

So, next step, take everything out of the closet:

Hey! Little miss no pants! You are no help at all.

Your cuteness distracts me.

Oh, look. 

In the bottom right hand corner: It's a spoon.

Why was there a spoon in this closet?

       Rabbit trail: Okay, I remember. See, Tuesday nights we have Bible study at our house. So, Tuesday afternoon I bake a sweet and run around cleaning. I baked brownies and licked the spoon while sitting on the living room couch reading. When the doorbell rang I saw the spoon. I hid the spoon after I took one last lick. End of story. Gee, wasn't that pleasant.

Here is the stuff that was at the bottom of the closet. A business card, a lego man (Mace Windu), a backyardigans game piece, lots of lego pieces, more random game pieces...

As you can see I once tried to organize this closet by making the label meds and putting it on here. Apparently, it didn't stick. I mean the label stuck it just didn't stay organized.

Goodbye, Mace Windu.

I'm sorry you died in the movie. Boy #1 thinks that part is really sad. Boy #2 thinks it's awesome.

Regardless you are still going to live in the trashcan.

Finally here is the result:

 Awwww...its clean!

Now, no one ever open that closet again.

Ever.

Also, I'm sorry I never learned how to use commas.

It's, inappropriate.