It's the day to clean out the garage. At least Big Daddy seemed to think so. There is one thing that I don't think is discussed enough when two people are dating....to packrat or to get rid of. I am, to poor Big Daddy's everlovin' patience, a packrat. He is not. I am extremely sentimental...about everything. Big Daddy? well not so much.
I think there are two areas of our house that drive him absolutely batty. The garage and our master closet. Well we are not even going to start on the master closet. Let's just say one side is neat and orderly and one isn't. One is his side of the closet and one isn't.
Today he decided was the day to tackle the garage. He usually waits until I am gone to see my sister in the summer to do this because then I don't interfere in the magic. Let me just start by saying I have always been able to park my suburban in the garage, but I think it is a dream of his to be able to park his car in the garage. But as a family of 7 we have a ton o' junk. Okay I have a ton o' junk and everyone else just lives here.
First he started by pulling everything off the shelves and doing a little rearranging:
There really is a ridiculous amount of
crap really important stuff in there.
Check out these clever scooter parking spots.
Then everything gets reorganized and put back up on the shelves.
Well not everything gets put back. There was a load that was disposed of. And we still have a pile of
junk special stuff to find a new home for.
Now the suburban has a clean place to sleep.
Way to claim your man cave Big Daddy!
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