Mar. 21st, 2006
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Life in the Aeri Lane
Mar. 21st, 2006 11:15 pmI ventured out into the realm of the manly-men(the garage) this evening looking for my bin of fabric.I need therepy so I thought maybe sewing(works for me).
I am not sure why we call it a garage ,becausse Lord knows my car has never seen the inside of it,and if by chance it was to get in the doors couldn't open anyway. No clearance.
The place is full of men stuff.Saws, toolboxes and table saws (um my rose bushes *sshh*) "The Big Guy's work spaces and lazyboy where he smokes cigars ,the freezer for the fish we didn't catch in more than two years and the kids' stuff, bicycles, scooters , gaming computers and boxes of Christmas decorations that haven't made it back to the shed yet.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I will never get all the boxes unpacked.We bought this house in Feb 2001 and there are still boxes(maybe they breed like bunnies when we sleep?).I mean it's not like I could actually reach them or anything.They are up on these tall shelves built to store whatever the love of my life can't bear to part with.
Well a ladder would work but there are spiders out in the garage.Big fat,hairy, spacepod mutant, spiders with glowy eyes.The kind that chase you across the floor and make you scream like a girl.
Which is okay I guess since I am a girl and all,but who needs that kind of humilation in front of the big, fat, hairy, spacepod mutant mice?
I am not sure why we call it a garage ,becausse Lord knows my car has never seen the inside of it,and if by chance it was to get in the doors couldn't open anyway. No clearance.
The place is full of men stuff.Saws, toolboxes and table saws (um my rose bushes *sshh*) "The Big Guy's work spaces and lazyboy where he smokes cigars ,the freezer for the fish we didn't catch in more than two years and the kids' stuff, bicycles, scooters , gaming computers and boxes of Christmas decorations that haven't made it back to the shed yet.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I will never get all the boxes unpacked.We bought this house in Feb 2001 and there are still boxes(maybe they breed like bunnies when we sleep?).I mean it's not like I could actually reach them or anything.They are up on these tall shelves built to store whatever the love of my life can't bear to part with.
Well a ladder would work but there are spiders out in the garage.Big fat,hairy, spacepod mutant, spiders with glowy eyes.The kind that chase you across the floor and make you scream like a girl.
Which is okay I guess since I am a girl and all,but who needs that kind of humilation in front of the big, fat, hairy, spacepod mutant mice?
Life in the Aeri Lane
Mar. 21st, 2006 11:15 pmI ventured out into the realm of the manly-men(the garage) this evening looking for my bin of fabric.I need therepy so I thought maybe sewing(works for me).
I am not sure why we call it a garage ,becausse Lord knows my car has never seen the inside of it,and if by chance it was to get in the doors couldn't open anyway. No clearance.
The place is full of men stuff.Saws, toolboxes and table saws (um my rose bushes *sshh*) "The Big Guy's work spaces and lazyboy where he smokes cigars ,the freezer for the fish we didn't catch in more than two years and the kids' stuff, bicycles, scooters , gaming computers and boxes of Christmas decorations that haven't made it back to the shed yet.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I will never get all the boxes unpacked.We bought this house in Feb 2001 and there are still boxes(maybe they breed like bunnies when we sleep?).I mean it's not like I could actually reach them or anything.They are up on these tall shelves built to store whatever the love of my life can't bear to part with.
Well a ladder would work but there are spiders out in the garage.Big fat,hairy, spacepod mutant, spiders with glowy eyes.The kind that chase you across the floor and make you scream like a girl.
Which is okay I guess since I am a girl and all,but who needs that kind of humilation in front of the big, fat, hairy, spacepod mutant mice?
I am not sure why we call it a garage ,becausse Lord knows my car has never seen the inside of it,and if by chance it was to get in the doors couldn't open anyway. No clearance.
The place is full of men stuff.Saws, toolboxes and table saws (um my rose bushes *sshh*) "The Big Guy's work spaces and lazyboy where he smokes cigars ,the freezer for the fish we didn't catch in more than two years and the kids' stuff, bicycles, scooters , gaming computers and boxes of Christmas decorations that haven't made it back to the shed yet.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I will never get all the boxes unpacked.We bought this house in Feb 2001 and there are still boxes(maybe they breed like bunnies when we sleep?).I mean it's not like I could actually reach them or anything.They are up on these tall shelves built to store whatever the love of my life can't bear to part with.
Well a ladder would work but there are spiders out in the garage.Big fat,hairy, spacepod mutant, spiders with glowy eyes.The kind that chase you across the floor and make you scream like a girl.
Which is okay I guess since I am a girl and all,but who needs that kind of humilation in front of the big, fat, hairy, spacepod mutant mice?