Ugh. The garage. We don't include it in house tours. We don't take photos of it. We rarely open it because we don't want our neighbors seeing this:
Our biggest, messiest, dirtiest secret. It is mostly one huge pile of renovation debris consisting of old carpet, sheet rock and wood. Or at least that is what it started out as. And then when one of the rooms in our basement flooded we moved all the boxes that were being stored down there up to the garage and the mound grew. And grew. And grew. Obviously, we couldn't park our car in here, but it got to a point where we couldn't even walk!
Lucky for us, my mom volunteered to come visit and help me clean it up and get it organized. So yesterday, we spent some time talking and visiting and playing with Greta and her cousins (and I missed posting and chatting with all of you!) and after Greta went to bed last night, we kicked Chris to the
We have 24 hours and are spending zero dollars on this much-needed huge task, but do you know how disgusted you feel right now? You'll feel that same amount of surprise tomorrow. My mom is a miracle worker.
Do you have any dirty secrets? Junk drawers HARDLY count. ;)