I Have No Shame

My garage, two years after moving into this house:

At least you can walk through it now. That’s an improvement. I’m happy to provide the public service of letting you feel better about your own garage, or whatever other room of dirty secrets you may have in your house.

Oh, and I can fit a car in here, see?

Sweet, sweet Miss Lucy. I still owe you an alternator. I’m a bad mama. Hey, what’s that on the wall?

No, not the hacksaw. Not the push broom. The long thing straddling the boards, IYKWIM.

Oh, this is new. It came home today with CC. Here’s the part where I win the husband contest, even though my garage (which is all my mess anyway, not his) looks like the Room of Requirement.


The back of an arrow:

The front of a different arrow:

The front of the first arrow shot into the back of the second arrow:


Color me impressed.

Splitting an arrow with another arrow was the only way CC could drag the range attendants’ attention away from #2, who was with him and is a fine shot herself. For some reason, the old guys there are more interested in a pretty fifteen-year-old female archery protegé than my handsome husband.

When he asked about repairing the arrows, they kind of looked at him and said, “We might be able to fix the back one, but really? You should hang that up on your wall. That’s a trophy.”

The kids and I don’t think the pegboard in the garage behind the Mustang is a good place to display a trophy. They all agree, it’s wicked awesome. We’re exploring other options.

I’m wondering where we can display Dad’s archery talents to have the greatest impact on potential teenage boyfriends. Any ideas?


33 thoughts on “I Have No Shame

  1. That is amazing impressive, but ya, hanging above the mustang?? Not so much, maybe somewhere cool outside where you sit, so it can be a conversation piece? Then he could randomly show the prospective boyfriends as they have a chat… 🙂

  2. That is something that should be put in the center of your living room, set on top of velvet in a clear plexiglass case with bright lights beaming down. I wish we had one for our daughter’s future dates.

  3. Mythbusters would be impressed… My husband is a Car Guy. He would say that the arrow should be put in a display case and hung above the Mustang…

  4. Still, do not let him talk you into apple shoot..of a head (neither yours, no kids’) 🙂 It is pretty awesome!
    Just in case, I would make replicas and display it all over the house – you never know where potential boy-friends might be hanging out!

  5. Oh man, you can fit a car in your garage?? Well done! I think the arrows belong above the fireplace, with spotlighting. If (like us) you don’t have a fireplace, one of those fake cardboard ones they sell at Christmas time should do the trick. Might even be better.

  6. I’m all for hanging this arrow above the toilet in the bathroom…that way, when would-be teenage suitor has his own little ‘arrow’ out of the quiver (IYKWIM) he will be looking at it, and that bigger, menacing arrow on the wall…it’s a priceless vulnerable moment in a teen boys life that should not be missed. For making the point.

  7. Our garage looks rather impressive when the car’s not in it – there’s loads of space then and we’ve only been here 6 months! Maybe I should start on an extension for it already?
    That arrow is rather impressive, I’d have it displayed right at eye level so when you open the front door they see it straight away.

    1. The problem with a big garage, which I know because I have one, is that the amount of clutter you have expands to fill the space available for it. It is a slippery slope.

  8. I wonder if you could have a miniature replica made and attached to a chain to be worn around the neck of daughters from the age 13 to 20….

  9. Is this really even a hard question? Mount the arrow in the center of your front freakin’ door…. right along with a dialog about CC’s good aim written up in chalk by #4. Any other entrances should be plastered with shooting range target images that have been castrated with one shot.

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