My Earthquake:: A Poem

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I am tackling my bedroom closet, listening to plumb, feeling very much apart of a serious earthquake of old pay stubs, backpacks and out of dates suits. I am spending the month of February getting my closets ramped up for The Masked Mommy’s Closet Pow-Wow, March 1st. {I told you I love a good blog-land party}

Here is a quick poem I drummed up in honor of my closet earthquake.

Earthquake

cry crackle crumble

buzz shift humble

strain brace fumble

shake love mumble

breath tell rumble

hold fall tumble

Maybe I could get federal emergency funding for a tufted dressing chair, 100 pack of wooden hangers and a professional massage (wait, how does a massage help my closet? I’d be rested and relaxed enough to actually put my clothes away at the end of a long tiresome day…yeah, that’s it!).

On second thought, I’ll use my, Dave Ramsey inspired, spending money envelope, no matter how small, to buy some bins, fabric and paint. I can’t wait!

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  1. Darlene says:

    I hear they’ll hand out money to anyone these days……. heehee. Love your blog.

  2. Fifi Flowers says:

    That is a beautiful chair… I am FOREVER organizing! I don’t think it will ever end… messiness just seems to return… sigh!
    ENJOY your weekend!
    Fifi

  3. heather jane says:

    Tater Tot “hot dish” IS like a minivan. I’ve succumbed whole heartedly to both. It’s sweet, sweet bliss. Let me know if you try it!

    http://www.living-senses.blogspot.com

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