Finannly! It's about 1930 at night, we're all starved, but we're ALMOST done! EVERYTHING is out of the house, so we sort it all out so no one has to come back again.

The guy sitting by the gree toolbox on the ground is in full redneck mode. "We don't need to sort the tools, I'll take them all." Mrs. Shannon stepped in and made him share, he threw a hissy fit!