Organizing the garage.

My wife and I recently bought a new house.
We waited patiently as it was built, and couldn't wait to move in once it was completed.
Once we had the keys, it was time to move.
In the time span of a weekend, we had everything moved into the new house.
Now for the fun part, getting settled in. My wife coordinated most of where everything was to be placed inside the house. I was there for moral support and physical labor.
The garage, was mine. I was free to organize it however I saw fit(as long as she was happy with it).
Once the inside of the house was mostly done, it was time to start on the garage, time to start looking for all of the boxes containing things that we couldn't seem to find while unpacking. We found most of what we were looking for, chunked some stuff, and restacked and restacked until there was enough room to fit her car in the garage.
I spent several weekends trying to organize the garage. We got rid of many things, and did more restacking. The last weekend I set out to finally get the garage all organized, I got up early and got a good start. Several hours later, I was proud to say, that I was finally happy with the results.
I wander into the house and announce that the garage is finished and ask my wonderful wife to take a look and put her stamp of approval on my progress.
She wanders out to the garage, looks around nice and slow.
Then with a big evil grin says " I hate it, start over"......
My shoulders drooped, and I hung my head in despair, then some evil demon possessed me and I stood up straight, looked her square in the eyes, took a deep breath..... and then words start to leave my mouth...
(This usually happens too fast for me to stop whatever dumb comment I am so blindly about to blurt out.)

I am no longer allowed to threaten to lock my wife in the storm cellar and then park the car on the door so she can't get out.