The Husband: "I need to get some new fishing gear for the trip."
Me: "Okay. But don't you already have some gear in the garage?"
The Husband: "Yes, but some of it is broken."
Me: "Then WHY is it in the garage?! Throw it out."
The Husband: "I'm not sure what is broken and what isn't."
Me: *blankly stares at him, while wondering why he didn't just get rid of the gear that was broken when he figured out it was broken*
The Husband, accurately reading the expression on my face: "You just want me to be perfect! And to throw things away. And to not bring plastic bags into the house!"
Me: "If that's your interpretation of perfect, then yes, that is what I want."
And he wonders why the garage is in the state it's in.
We are working on it though - and it looks a lot better than it did, but obviously, still has a long way to go - gee, I wonder why?
He has promised that once we get it in shape he will keep it that way. Considering he's been pretty good about his closet, I have a glimmer of hope - but just a glimmer, mind you.
The garage. Do NOT get me started. I have taken it upon myself to clean it out and organize it every summer for the past several years. I do NOT want this job. Coach and I have very different ideas of cleaning out the garage. He moves a few things. I remove everything. Clean the floor and only put back what we use. Sigh. This is the worst part of summer.ReplyDelete
I really enjoyed your definition of perfection as told thru the garage pack rat.
Oh, this made me laugh. I can just see you two standing there arguing about the fishing gear. I would just take the whole lot and throw it out. But that's obviously not a good way to get 'er done. :-)ReplyDelete