No - this isn't some deep philosophical conversation about the meaning of life. It's simply about why I don't close my closet door all the way - ever. And that probably doesn't seem like a post-worthy topic except that it drives my husband a little crazy.
The other day we had this conversation:
David: "Why don't you close your closet door all the way? It's always open the same amount every single day. I'm just curious about why."
Me: "I have no idea."So yesterday I was closing my closet door and I figured it out. After I get my clothes out of the closet in the morning, I fling the door shut. The door hits the frame and then bounces back. The same amount every single time.
And that's why I leave the door open the same amount every day. See -