Garage.

Michael is home today, cleaning out the garage. Good times. We've had "garage issues" since we moved in in 1999. All this biking has brought it to the forefront of Michael's attention. So far he's broken down a gazillion boxes that I've saved in case we need to ship something. We never ship anything. He's not happy with me. I did point out that he came in to get dust pan from the kitchen when there were 3 dustpans within about 10 yards in the garage... dustpans that all originated in the kitchen, but that did not relieve me of my box guilt.

I hope he finishes fairly early so he can take me to lunch.