Domestic toil! [*trumpet fanfare*]

I just spent over an hour organizing fastners (screws, bolts, nails, etc). Shouldn't I get a merit badge or something? No no, the satisfaction is enough.

Then spent the following two point something hrs cleaning out and organizing the laundry/tool/utility room. Surely it couldn't have been that bad, you say. OOOhhhh yes it could, I say. Three big black trash bags for the bin, and a huge pile of stuff to be put in the basement later, I am done. You see, it has to work as a laundry room. It has to work as a broom/vacuum closet. It has to hold my tool boxes and power tools and household hardware, such that I can get to it. It has to store mucho overflow kitchen whatnots and craft supplies and old stero bling, such that it doesn't crash upon my head whilst accessing aforementioned tools, or said fastners, or kitchen widgets. And it has to do this in 5 feet by 8 feet. And it was on the verge of becoming it's own al-Queda cell if I didn't do something about it.

Hot *damn* this is exciting stuff. Oh yeah, baby... you know you want more.

Telling it like it is...

[Storm, talking about taking her sister's stuff]
"... but if you take her stuff, you can't let her find out, or she'll get really mad. She'll kill me! And punch me in the eye!"

[me] "Well, if she punched you in the eye, she'd get in big trouble."

[Storm] "Yeah, that's the good thing about getting punched, you get to tell."