Sorry ’bout the cheese, folks, but I just couldn’t help myself. I spotted this beautiful (and ingenious) storage idea while traipsing through some of our Old Town Alleys this winter. I, for one, am always muttering curses and grumbles and throwing dirty looks at the hoses on our property. Which one reaches where? Friggin kinks and knots. Heavy mother buggers! What’s the idea trying to trip me like that? When I saw this fella’s yard (and I am betting it’s a fella), I had an Oprah-aha. This guy has it figured out! …Hose your daddy? You are, neighbor.
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