The moving guys stacked everything neatly on the right side of the garage in two rows. Then there were all the leftover bits I moved after that, thrown in haphazardly on the left, including empty boxes, discards for Goodwill and Craigslist, books for the library, garden tools, odds and ends. You know. Stuff. I figured I'd get around to clearing a space for the car before it started snowing. Eventually.
Sometimes you just need a personal drill sergeant to help you get your act together. Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!
Consider it moved.
Thank you, Sergeant!
I'm impressed - do you or your drill sergeant make house calls??
ReplyDeleteJust for me, he says. Sorry!
ReplyDeleteYou don't want me. I am not qualified, as demonstrated by the "before" photot.
Wow, nice job.
ReplyDeleteOMG. You have a Pascal and now you have a drill sargeant. And I want them both! In my house and in my garage!
ReplyDeleteAwesome... I know that feels good.
ReplyDeleteFeels very good.
ReplyDeleteAnd now the pile of shoplights I brought from the old house are being wired up in there, so I can actually see my stuff! And the door has been rekeyed to match the house locks. Good times.