I Fear a Dr. Phil Intervention.
This is not a picture of my garage. My garage is actually much worse. Today while the rest of you sit comfy in offices and cube farms across the Metroplex, I will be in near record heat deciding if I really need to keep a pair of shoes from 1986…
When we first moved to the Dream House, I thought, Wow! So much space, and a three car garage… I soon learned that my stuff could expand to fit any amount of square footage, and a 100 car garage would not contain my shoe fetish.Â
My junk mated and mingled with the junk of my grandmother, who moved last year from her farm, to live with my parents. It’s a mess. I know I should just get rid of it all, but for some reason, I just can’t. Check back later for a list of discarded items.Â
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“How can this be?” Is my thought every time I go out to my garage. I thought I had been delivered from Fred Sanford syndrome (FSS) but alas, again I have one tiny path to the work bench and another to the outside doors. Of course I do have an excuse…I simply must have my work tables and machines!
All that to say…’I'm right there with ya sister!’
Bj
ps do you have any wing backs to get rid of?
For the record, when the wifeyone met me, everything I owned could fit into a Ford Festiva. So any “mating” of junk is purely incest.
p.s. If you mess with my hunting stuff you are in trouble.
Oh, yeah, heaven forbid we cull your camo bungee cord collection.
Looks like my dad’s garage — he’s got $500 worth of stuff stored in the garage, which means he has to park his $75,000 truck in the driveway. Makes absolutely no sense to me…
GLD, you are so preaching to the chior…we have two luxury cars and a Jeep (that we are too lazy to put the top up)…all sitting out while 49 cent broken flip flops sit in relative comfort.
All of my furniture is hand-me-down from one dead relative or another, but the clutter in my house can be directly attributed to the 5-year-old. I can’t part with anything she touched, breathed on, or looked at… calling Dr. Phil? Hello, Dr. Phil?
Amanda - I’ll bet those flip-flops could be fixed. I have dozens of things in my room/office/car/garage/kitchen that would be great if I had glue, patience and time readily available.
Well, one thing became obvious by noon…our garage is a graveyard for abandoned school projects. Need a scale model of the sphinx and some pyramids made of sugar cubes? A medieval shield? A ww1 scale model interactive museum? How about a Twister game based on the travels of Lewis and Clark…we got ‘em. I smell a new eBay venture!!! Cha-ching…
Hey…. That was MY idea!!!!!
Don’t forget the volcano that has yellow lava