When I was a kid, I used to love my grandfathers shop. It was a mess and there was stuff everywhere, for a guy like me that was a ton of eye candy. Tools, parts and machines all over. Piles of them. Well, I seem to have inherited PawPaw's messy-ness. My garage and shop are always a mess, especially after a new stage set or project. Enter LOVE: this morning when I went to crank the mower for my wonderful wife (who will mow when I can't due to messing up the garage) and upon opening the shop door I found EVERYTHING in it's place, clean and organized. Apparently yesterday Sheila went out there and did a number on it. I almost can't wait to get out there and build something!
I don't have a clue how she cleaned it so well. I mean, there isn't even a hint of sawdust out there!
Sheila rocks my world over and over again!