So this is the cleanest our garage has ever been. Joe was seized by a fit of inspiration this weekend, in the form of his dad threatening to stop coming over until he could walk in there.
I’ll leap at any chance I get to throw crap away, but it didn’t make me as happy as it usually does. Mostly because it just cleared the way for me to see the real mess. The walls are covered in space age foil insulation, not drywall, the ceiling is crooked, and the electric door is on its last leg.
When we came to see the house before settlement, we actually got stuck inside the garage with our realtor because of that lousy door. We all stood in the dark panicking until Joe found an emergency button in the back and freed us.
I guess it’s lasted this long, but I know it’s just a matter of time.