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!