No longer could I whip the garage door up and leave it up with wonderful man pride.
Man pride is a actually funny thing. I don’t care how sensitive or evolved both of us suppose both of us are, we’re still stupid women. Let’s just admit it. I do stuff and know ways that are totally foreign to my personality however completely fitting to my gender. The garage is a wonderful example or this dynamic at work. When both of us first purchased this house, I was so geeked up to have a 2 automobile garage. It was the first locale I had ever owned with state of the art Heating, Ventilation, and A/C and a 2 automobile garage. I consistently wanted to be able to park the nice automobile in the garage and then use the rest of the space for neatly storing other gear. I could hang bikes and park grass unit however still have my wifey park her automobile in the garage. There was something so manly great about having that picture in my head. Garage was man world. And then, it wasn’t. Soon, there was so much other junk getting tossed in the garage that the great automobile wouldn’t even fit. The junk stored in our garage was also full of VOC’s which just made the entire garage reek when mixed with athletic hobbys gear and sodmower stuff. It was horrible and I felt a peculiar sense of angst. No longer could I whip the garage door up and leave it up with wonderful man pride. I was now such a wimp that I couldn’t even manage my own garage. The door stayed down out of shame that some other real man might entirely see it. So, I slapped myself and did something. My first step was to put in an exhaust vent so I can at least breathe while I attempt to right this ship.