Introducing the Magic Shed

My husband has finally commandeered the last corner of the garage. So I had to get the mower in the shed.

Cue bad horror music: dah, dah dahhhhhhhh....

Because, I mean, I haven't exactly been in the shed in awhile. "Awhile" meaning "ever since we moved in." I mean, sure, I've had my husband put stuff in there. Under protest. You know:

Me: Oh, I just have to have that darling vintage dresser. Just look at the cute casters!

Him: We don't have room.

Me: Sure we do! Besides, it's a one-of-a-kind, amazing deal and it's half-off today only!

Him: Where?

Me: Where what?

Him: Where do we have room?

Me: Hmmmm....

Him: See?

Me: I know! We'll put it in the shed!

Him: Grumble, grumble, shed, grumble, grumble...

I think I may have single-handedly packed an entire thrift store in it's 8' x 12' frame.

But I never actually look in there! How could I? It's just a door that opens to a wall. A wall of stuff.

Fast forward to today. I had to get the mower in there or leave it out to thrill the neighbors with my new "lawn art." So in I went.

DAH, DAH, DAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

But then... Oh, there's a rocking chair! Oh, I forgot about this cute dresser. And oh, that's where all my random architectural salvage went. Who knew we had this great vintage sled?

Instead of "dah, dah, daaahhhhhhh" it's all beatific choruses:

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh...

I'm sure it wasn't the nearly 100-degree heat or my having waited too long to eat lunch, I swear.

Oh, and if you're wondering, yes, I did manage to get the mower in there. Eventually.

What about you? Do you have the equivalent of a Magic Shed?