My wife is a freaking nonstop beast. She can't sit still at home, and when she found out we were going to have to sit tight here for a while she made a list a freaking mile and a half long, in an 8-point font. I made a trip to the grocery store about 10 days ago to stock up on essentials, and when I got back to the house she was on a damn ladder spraying water on the popcorn ceiling coating in my leather sewing room and scraping it off. She does a piss poor job and I am real anal about shit, so I took over and finished it. But FIRST I had to move all the shit out of the room, including my zillion pound industrial sewing machine, my entire stock of leather, leather racks, books, bookshelves, stereo setup, even the god-damned partridge in a pear tree. Then of course the next day I had to mix up a vat of drywall mud and do a knockdown texture on it. Woman then says we need to paint while the room is empty. I said go ahead, I'm going out into the shop, I've had enough of this bullshit. Three hours later I come back in and "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?" She's using 25 year old EXTERIOR PRIMER that she found somewhere in our stash of paint, and it smells like coyote piss mixed with Budweiser and oatmeal chili farts. This is on DAY 2 of confinement, it's about 7 days later and I have barely had a break from her frenetic sorting, cleaning, tossing, re-arranging madness. I thought I would be spending entire days in the shop sorting, cleaning, tossing and re-arranging, but so far all I've done is gone out there when she need me to do something that requires a damned screwdriver, pliers or some picture-hanging crap. I am so thankful that our society doesn't allow polygamy, because if I had more than one wife around here all wound up like this one is I'm not sure I wouldn't have to run the roto-tiller across the bed while they slept. Women. I swear, if it wasn't for their unique anatomy there'd be a bounty on them. Someone help me please!!