Last weekend, we were planning on taking it pretty easy. That all changed rather rapidly when the hubs decided to go break down some boxes in the garage. Within minutes, he was back inside, asking his country girl wife "um... what does mouse poop look like?"
Long story short (and less rodent-y, for those averse), we spent about 5 dirty, sweaty, disgusting hours on saturday ripping apart the garage. Sweeping, hosing off, washing machine going, runs to the dump... yeah. Saturday was just not cute.
|...And this is AFTER dump and recycling runs. Torn apart, I tell ya.|
|I may have overdone it. But really, can you overdo it in this situation??|
|This may look chaotic, but seriously, this is an incredible improvement.|