Hoo Hummmm

Nothing will make my eyes glaze over faster than my husband coming in from a long night next door in the garage telling me what he and my nephew worked on, and how they fixed it. I mean really, it would be like me coming home from Tisha's, where I get my embroidery supplies and telling him about the new stitches I learned. I go into tune out mode, with the occasional uh-huh to make him think I'm really listening, but really I couldn't be more bored listening to him ramble on. So I decided to take the what happens approach. I simply reply, "What happens in the garage STAYS in the garage! Let's see how long it works!