I stupidly picked this one to help Hubby get organized.
So I began...one square foot at a time.
First job was to empty the left corner,
move an oil barrel and find what Dad had stored inside.
Remind me that I said Dirty hands are happy hands.
This was totally disgusting.
The barrel is probably more valuable than the items I rescued.
I had company.
Four square feet of stuff sorted
and many, many feet to go.
I know I will regret saying this but
Dirty feet are Happy feet.