I hate it when he takes my tools. He leaves his laying everywhere and when he needs a screwdriver he just takes mine. Then when I need a screwdriver I have to search. One day I found half of my tools in a bag in the back seat of the car, he'd been slowly borrowing them and leaving them there. No wonder I couldn't find them. He's an awesome man though, does the grocery shopping and wakes me up with a cup of coffee every day. Gotta love him and forget about the tools! |