Organization or not?

I just spent the better part of the day picking up the garage with Mrs. BiW and My Father-in-Law came over to help put some shelves together. I am dirty, sore, my eyes hurt, and I feel like I inhaled a pound of dust. And my grill is out of gas, which sucks because I have some Omaha Steaks in the freezer. I want left overs like I want a hole in the head, but that's the way we roll sometimes.

The good news is my shirt is way too baggy on me and I am wearing a pair of jeans that I haven't been able to wear in a long time.

The bad news is that the coffee is out of my system and I still have a lot to accomplish today.