The chain
on my mood swing
snapped today

and I just about went ballistic
when I saw my husbands

cluttered closet
(*** as frightening as a bomb scare)

I yelled at him for the 100th time
to get with the program and
instead of cleaning it for him
I handed him my phone and said
"Here's my phone, it has GPS
so  you can find your way back
and please be home by dinnertime"

*for some reason, he found no humor in that