The next morning, I scattered yard tools around the back of the garage, searching for the small shovels I knew we had but couldn’t find. “Where the heck are they?” I complained loudly, but only to myself. “If my husband would keep this darn garage organized like he’s supposed to, I wouldn’t have to dig through all this crap every time I’m trying to find something.”I kicked up a fuss and responded to myself. “Well Ang, he will, but ease up on the poor guy will ya? You only asked him to clean it up a few years ago. Give him some time, for cryin’ out loud.