After begging like a child for approximately 20 minutes, my Mother spoke these words to me:
"There is not enough space. And if I see that car in the garage when I come home your car will be YOUR new home."
Well she was right, there isn't enough space without throwing out some junk in the garage.
But there was room for about 70% of it. ;-) So I'm not really violating her rule.
C'mon, it's 100 degrees outside!
"There is not enough space. And if I see that car in the garage when I come home your car will be YOUR new home."
Well she was right, there isn't enough space without throwing out some junk in the garage.
But there was room for about 70% of it. ;-) So I'm not really violating her rule.
C'mon, it's 100 degrees outside!
