And to get into the winter spirit; I am sick. I have been feeling like dog poop for the past week, and I finally went to the hospital today, and guess what!? Strep Throat. How lovely. No wonder I can't talk, swallow, or breath without wanting to take a fire extinguisher to my throat. Oh well, at least no school for me [knock on wood]! I did, however, manage to get a few snapshots. Not of my ridiculous dog-riding-vespas pajamas, but of my clothing itself. The spilling-out closet.
This is terrifying. I think it is time to clean. It kind of looks like Zaboomafoo when the closet explodes.
{ a close representation }
Maybe I could pull a Loonette the Clown and do a ten second tidy.
Who made this big mess? Me? Haha. Yes.

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