Haha. Once upon a time my blushing bride "helped" me organize my toolbox. I was out of town on a business trip, and came back to find out everything had been sorted out by the color of the handle. No, I'm not making that up. Even at that early point in my marriage, I was smart enough to thank her profusely and then leave the mess alone for a while until she forgot about it. Then I did a midnight toolbox-ectomy, reacquainting all the screwdrivers (and everything else) with their brethren, freed from their rainbow-induced purgatory.
