This past weekend Jack and I spent an entire afternoon cleaning our garage. We swept, filled trash bags, and organized (by which I mean that we lined stuff against the walls).
It looked great and we were so proud of our work. Today when we drove up to our garage we saw a large blob with liquid coming out of it. Jack went to inspect and discovered a dead frog. We think that somehow it got in the garage and then we ran over it this morning on our way out. Yuck!
I told Jack that this fell under "Man's Work". I will stand by that. Scraping dead frogs off the floor of the garage and finding a place to dispose of the body is no work for a lady!!