I'm addicted. I ran out of room on my Sitka tree.
I'm addicted. I ran out of room in my gun safe.
I'm addicted. I'm running out of decoy/blind room in my Cargo trailer.
The cargo trailer;
Although a slightly different scenario from this print's intent,
I opened the doors to the trailer with the wife standing right next to me the other day, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this women's facial expression on my wife. I think for exactly the same reason!
Yeah, we are a little crazy!