Closet Organization

Since we've returned from Africa, some funny American things have seemed just a little sillier.
Like paying gobs of money to organize your stuff. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a organization-addict as well (this does not necessarily mean I'm organized) and Brian makes fun of my basket addiction. But a closet is just a place to put your stuff.
Every purchase I make since we've gotten back has seemed... um, louder? It's like the price rings in my ears after the cashier tells me what the total is. It kind of hangs there for a moment. Maybe it's because I've been using Rand and Pounds for a while and didn't really grasp the exchange rate. 100 Rand? Ok, that's about $12? got it.

So today, while Brian and the boys are camping in Estes Park, I've been cleaning the house. I've gone through drawers, cabinets, bins, cubbies and thrown away all sorts of trash. It's kind of like cleaning inside out.

And now, it's late. Off to bed I go.