Our coat closet was filled with so much junk that it was impossible to get to our actual coats. We would often just choose to brave the cold instead of risking our lives for a dusty jacket. Luckily we live in Texas and it’s only cold for exactly seven hours each year.
Because it is *sometimes* better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, I measured the wall when MisterE wasn’t looking so he wouldn’t know I was up to something. Again.