So last week my wife says to me:
"I wish you would hurry up and finish your arcade machine
so you could bring it in the house and put it *right there*. " as she points to a recessed section of a wall in our -living room- that conveniently is 7 feet tall, about 3 feet wide, and 2 1/2 feet deep.
Apparently she doesn't like the fact that our young daughter likes to play in that area, and it's fraught with danger: an electrical outlet, uncovered cable outlet, and keyhole for the gas fireplace. Never mind that I could cove those up in less than 5 minutes. Don't need to invite
that into the discussion.
Ha ha HAAAA!
