I NEARLY KILLED HIM..

Oh, at least anyone listening to us, would think that..

Either that or they would think he was going to kill me.

This Labor Day weekend, we CHOSE .. foolishly, to

clean out our little garage.. It has needed it for years.

(now most wives have figure out the title to this post)

We have a shelf above around 3 sides.. and a counter

on one and half sides . Back and right half side.. and

then the back has a shelf below and the floor. The

right side has a large opening and two areas with doors.

The area with doors was easy, as it as a crock in one.

And some big thingie majig tool of his.. The large

opening is full of canning jars, pressure cooker and etc.

So that was easy.

Now the rest should have been easy, but that isn't the

way the King and I work.  I was going to take the left

side, as it has the 3 closets with house hold stuff. They

are between the freezer and the extra refrigerator. I

didn't want him telling me what to keep and what not

to keep. As he has the general idea that to get rid of

everything.. Unless it is his ... of course.

The right side was his car stuff.. (all kinds of spray

cans, and etc.)  His fishing stuff.. and that was a

short 5 foot area. I could care less what he kept and

didn't.  The back area was his to do as it had everything.

The counter has become a catch all. There is a vise and

a sander thingie attached to the work bench.. but they

have not been seen in quite some time. There is bags..

lots of small bags .. which hold different screws of different

sizes, that he has bought because he couldn't find the last

bag or it is a different size.. then there is lots of bags of

nails.. same reason.. Then there is bags of just stuff.. There

is assortment of tools.. I try to hang up the tools when I use

them, as he is a real stickler for putting tools back. Mostly

when it had to do with the kids or I.  His putting them back

is a crap shoot.  Near by is good enoug.. Anyway this pile

was, without exaggerating 18 inches to 2 feet tall.

The work bench is 20 feet long. Then there is the shelf

below.. with so many different colors of spray cans of paint. 

And quart size and half gallon sizes of paint. There is a box of

plumbing stuff, that I put there 8 years ago, when my

grandson and I clean this whole garage out and transferred

two wagon loads to his garage. (he was not happy) 

We did this while he went hunting for a week.  On the very

top, is totes that he and I did after our kitchen remodel.

There is 3 boxes of paint stuff. Tarps, brushes enough to

paint the Gold Gate Bridge, sticks for stirring, something

that you hold on the edge so you don't get paint on the other

side.. 3 of those. Rollers of different sizes.

and all that good stuff.. There is the electric tote, with everything

to do with electric... switch covers, plug ins, caps,  screws, and

etc. And then the last one has wiring.. for telephones, television,

stereo's and etc. ... That is one side.   The other side has hunting,

camping, fishing and etc. I don't go there..  And along the side,

the right top is suitcases, electric cooler, sleeping blankets, etc.

And the extra large  double hooks hangs 18.. yes folks, 18 different

fishing poles and their reels.  There is the lake poles, the ocean

poles, and the shore line poles... didn't see my favorite though..

fly fishing pole.. wonder where they went to.

So there we are.. sorting .. throwing in the middle of the

garage, taking outside along side the garage for next weeks

yard sale.(well, one of us was)..and what to keep.

Now I am taking it out to a table and sorting,

he is throwing in the middle of the floor, all the way down to

the door. 

He had gone to get some boxes so he could box up stuff. Not

sure to keep or not.. But when he couldn't find one of the bigger

ones, and wanted to know where it went. (there were 3). I told

him, I used one.. He had a tizzy fit. Yelling, I got those for me

to use for certain things..  Not happy, but went and dumped

them out and gave him the boxes.. in not the most Christian

language..  Something in the line of being selfish over stupid

boxes. And maybe worse.. He answered in kind.  And ranted

when he couldn't find his broom.. and where did I put it. 

Ranted about where did he place some of his stuff and what

did I do with it.. AND  THEN he said.. well, are you going

to apologized ? I laughed..

All I can tell you is we have a fences around our place.. and we

were in our garage.. but if the neighbors had been home,

they would have thought we were going to kill each other.

And lo and behold, when I clean up the middle, where he

was throwing things.. THERE, IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL..

was HIS other box he had a fit over.  With a sheepish look

he said.. Oh, well, I guess you can use these... Told him

I wasn't touching his stinking box, even if it was gold..

We started at 7:30am.. and by 2 pm.. we were done. The

garage looks nice, the yard sale stuff is piled for next week...

and he took a load to the dump... AND I DIDN'T KILL HIM.