Was so, so close to having the garage finally cleared out from the renovations.
Plenty of room to move around. No more playing Sliding Block Puzzle just to find the tool box. Maybe even fit two cars in there for the snows expected tomorrow!
(Get your milk and bread! NOW!!)
And then it was finally time to get the father-in-law moved in.
I hate my life.
But my wife had some comforting words, “Stop whining.”
She doesn’t understand me.