We all know that being organized just means buying a bin and hiding your crap in it. Crap + bin = organized. I don’t have a shed in Panthy’s Garden because I don’t live in the suburbs and I don’t have a lawnmower to put in it. But I do have lots of gardening crap which needs uh… organization.
There’s nothing quite like seeing your future on the side of a box to convince you that you should buy something. Pictured here, 10 years into my future and clad head to toe in Tommy Bahama gear, I’m serving my daughter Magicia a hot dog that’s actually way too hot to eat. I’m all about letting kids learn their own lessons.
Seated to the right on the bin I purchased and built 10 years ago, is my son Teddington-McDaniels. As you can see, the bin can be used as a bench. I don’t know who the woman is, she’s not my wife. Frankly I’m not sure what she’s doing at my damn family cookout. I’d like her to leave.
Having pa-lenty of Ikea experience under my belt I’m not easily intimidated by these construction projects. It said I needed these tools:
This is what I had:
It was simple enough until I made my knuckles bloody screwing in the tiny screws. And in a classic DIY moment I finished with exactly two unused bolts.
But it’s done, and looky here all my crap is in it!! Organized. The future is looking bright.