Today I've been working on cleaning and re-organizing my basement, a long-overdue task.
In the process, I've gathered up numerous tools, including a few socket wrenches and several dozen sockets. Taking the mis-matched socket sets out on my deck, I sat down and meticulously sorted them, dividing them between inch and metric pattern and 1/4", 3/8" and 1/2" drives. I then put each sub-set in order from smallest to largest so I could figure out what was missing and assemble a few complete sets.
I had the little sockets lined up nicely on the top of my toolbox, all separated and put in order like squads of little soldiers, and I was just getting ready to start putting them in the trays and a couple of bags (for the spares) when Murphy ran up with a Kong toy and deliberately threw it down on top of the tool box, scattering sockets everywhere. All that sorting...wiped out.
I hate him. I really do.