I save Brooke's meter strip canisters. They are sturdy plastic and about the size of the old camera film canisters. The elementary teacher in me just can't throw them away. Somebody out there needs these canisters. I just don't know who it is...yet.
I stick the empty ones in a basket in our pantry and every once in a while I empty the basket into a Walmart bag. Honey found the bag the other day and asked why I was saving them. I told him that I'm always talking to people that say things like, "Those old film canisters were perfect for that activity. Too bad they don't make them anymore." He argued that he's never once heard anyone say that in conversation.
We had a great long discussion in which he tried to convince me to throw them out, and I refused. (What about camp? There might be something we could do with them at camp.) If he can keep is bulky, antiquated phone book, I can keep my stash of meter strip canisters. (There you go: the secret to our happy marriage.)
We've had the suburban for almost a year. It wasn't a huge driving adjustment for me because I learned to drive in my mom's suburban. Now, I only run over curbs occasionally and I have pretty much figured out how to park in the tiny, non-angled spaces at Target.
The only thing I haven't mastered is how far into the garage I have to pull in to clear the overhead door. I had been asking Honey to hang something from the ceiling that would touch the windshield when I'd pulled in far enough, and Monday was the day. He disappeared into the garage and I heard some drilling and smelled the ends of some rope burning, and then he came in and announced that the job was done.
I was busy at that moment and didn't go out immediately to see his handiwork, so it was a couple of hours before I was able to appreciate my husband's sense of humor.
Need a closer look?
It makes me grin every time :)
Anyone else need a garage stopper?