I was not home for 3 weeks. Old man crap decided to scour the shop building in his weird brain...to clean it up. He decided to start with anything that I had, that he did not want in there. Yes, he spent 3 weeks destroying and trashing my things. Tip of the iceberg!
I would be happy if he had done that to his stuff, and organized it....so he could find it.
Today, he spent 3 hours trying to kill a ground squirrel that was under the front porch?!?!
If he continues to put his folding chair in my stuff....I am going to throw it out, and break it in the process.
