Mrs. Fatshot is in one of those "Clean it out / Throw it away" moods. Problem is, I have learned over the
years that when SHE works, everybody else (meaning ME!) must be busy too. If not, she invents shitty little
jobs for me to do. So, rather than that, I elected to clean out and re-arrange one of the stalls in the garage.
Took a couple of hours, but threw some junk away, re-arranged some things, and made a trip to the recycling
center. But evidently I kept out of her way enough that I didn't get "drafted" into some other chores. Luckily, she's worn herself out now, so I can sit down and watch the President's Cup....!!!
