Outer Limits

I boldly went where no woman has gone before. Yep, it was time. Especially after being gone for a weekend and coming home to find I couldn't park my car in the garage.  This is completely unacceptable by the way. All I want is a little space for my car to park in, which shouldn't be a problem because our garage is plenty big. But it seems while I was away, the husbands stuff started encroaching on MY side of the garage making it impossible for me to park.

There was only one possible solution and that was to put on my spacesuit and dive into the depths of outer space, or perhaps even further, the black hole. I know only one other woman who attempted outer space and like me, she was a teacher. I actually feel a sense of comradely with her. Unfortunately she didn't make it back alive, God rest her soul.

The outer limits wasn't so bad, I just moved some stuff around and tidied up a bit and then I took the plunge. Straight into the deep dark black hole called the workbench I dove. The so called workbench in reality has become a catch all. That's not just a catch phrase, I mean literally a catch all. There was so much stuff on that counter, stuff I had no idea what it was or where it went. Did I care, no. I rolled up my spacesuit sleeves and headed to the point of no return.

                                                              

I had a trash bag to assisted me, cupboards and a peg board. After a few hours of dealing with foreign objects, drills, workman nick knacks and a variety of who knows what, I took the shop vac and sucked the rest until it was debris free. Finally after resurfacing  from the black hole, I looked over what I did, saw that it was good and came back to Earth.

                                          

                                                   
I was feeling quite pleased with myself and anxiously awaited for the husband to come home.  When he arrived, I opened up the garage door so he could see immediately what I had accomplished and this is how it went:

Me: Do you like? as I motion my arm in the direction of the workbench.

Husband: What did you do with it?

 Me, a bit annoyed that he didn't notice: What do you mean what did I do with it, can't you see!

Husband: I see what you've done. What I meant was, what did you do with all the stuff?

Me feeling calmer now: Oh, I don't know, but what does it matter, you couldn't find anything anyway. At least now it looks better.

Husband chuckling: Yeah, I guess you have a point there, Then thanked me with a kiss.

Now that's what I'm talking about, a man who knows how to appreciate his woman. Not to mention, I think Christy McCullough would be proud.