I know, I know—if I’d just stopped to glance at the title even once while writing my last post, I would’ve remembered what the heck I was supposed to writing about .  But that would have required (a miniscule amount of) thinking.  Which, by the end of the day, is not my strong point.  Besides, my brain likes to hibernate at night (which is how I excuse my reality show habit).  You know, bears should really think about wintering on chocolate truffle cake—it sure does the trick for me.

So, finally, on to the intended subject of my last post—-our 3-car garage  (afer all that build-up, this is destined to be anti-climactic). 

When we bought this house, there were two things I really, really craved—a huge walk-in closet, and a bigger kitchen.  There were also two things my husband wanted—a big yard and a 3-car garage.

Somehow, yours truly ended up the big stinkin’ loser of that round.  Prior to moving, I wasn’t even aware it was possible to trade up to a bigger house while trading down in kitchen space.  And the walk-in?  Well, I can ambulate into it, so I suppose it qualifies.  What I really wanted, though, was one of those gi-normous ones I could throw a decent-sized party in, if I so desired.  Unfortunately, unless I’m planning a fiesta for two very, very intimate friends, it ain’t happening. 

So, my husband ends up with a bigger yard (for which we have to out-source the upkeep) and a 3-car garage.

Personally, I think the larger garage was a really bad idea.  My theory?  Well, it’s based on purses.  See, if you are a purse-stuffer, like myself, then you know it’s best to carry a tiny purse.  Why?  Because no matter what size purse you carry, it will soon be filled to the brim, and then some, with a plethora of crap.  And the rules of physics and basic anatomy dictate that a smaller crap-stuffed purse is much lighter and easier to manage than a larger crap-stuffed purse.

This same rule applies to garages.  When you are a horrible unorganized pack-rat, it makes sense to err on the side of a smaller crap-stuffing space.   Don’t believe me?  Well, I’m pretty sure a quick gander at our garage is all the convincing you’ll need.

Exhibit A:  left side of garage

Exhibit B:  middle of garage (Yes, that’s the car that was totaled back in  April, 2007.  If you’re wondering why it’s still here, you need to check out a few of my posts on procrastination.  But, hey, it makes a nice suitcase and box holder, don’t you think?)

Exhibit C:  right side of garage:

The funniest part?  My husband likes to give me grief about what he calls “the wife drawer” in the kitchen, because it’s so messy.  But the garage is his domain.

So I’ll take my tiny drawer in my tiny kitchen, thank you very much, and leave him with this:

By the way, some of the bins on the left?  Those are the clothes that don’t fit in my new closet.

Paybacks work in mysterious ways.