Wow. I'm beat.
For a while now, we have been working on getting our house in order. I mean physically. We - and when I say "we," I really mostly mean her, since I'm not the one who can't get rid of stuff (looking at you, woman!) - had piled up so much stuff in our garage that it started taking over my office and the empty parts of our bedroom floor.
Did I mention I love my wife? I'm sure I did, mostly because I'm afraid of her. Anyhoo.
Seriously. I'm actually glad you can't view my office behind me through the webcam, because it would look like we're the type of people they make reality shows about. Finally, The Wifey (I love you! Please don't hurt me when I'm sleeping!) and I started the process of getting rid of all the crap in our house. It involves renting a mini-storage unit so that we could move all the crap over there and sort it out, leaving us a house that looks like, well, an actual house.
We grabbed a 10x10 unit Saturday morning after The Little Girl's riding lesson. We came home, ate lunch, and sent her off to spend a few hours with her cousins while The Wifey and I emptied the garage. We made five trips with the bed of the Tundra filled full, and that left me with odds and ends strewn all across the garage floor. Sorting, sorting, that goes in the garbage, this is my lawn stuff, where am I gonna OWTHATFUCKINHURT, tidy up, sweep, hey I was looking for that, and voila!
As of last night, The Wifey is officially parking indoors. I'd bet dinner I'm as happy about that as she is.
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