This is what happens when you have a handy husband. He wakes up on a Saturday morning and thinks to himself, "I should build a workbench to store and use my big tools."
And then, BAM!
By Sunday afternoon, he had made a workbench. An eight foot long workbench. One with routed edges of a professional.
So proud of his skills. If I could only focus those skills on any of the other numerous things in the house that are actually on the list of stuff to get done...