This is after Shaun had cleaned it out. We could only park one car in here, on the side with the half-assed attempt at painting it blue, next to the broken window that had been filled with bricks (problem solved!!) and the previous owner's helpful message to 'STOP HERE!' painted on the wall. In our defense, until last week we couldn't really park on the other side because that garage door's opener was broken before we moved in. That has been fixed, thankfully. So, what are we to do about the mess? Well, we started by putting everything into the middle of the garage and ripping out that stupid shelf in the back that prevented us from moving our tall storage shelves back there.
Then we left it like this and went to have some drinkys:
Ha ha ho ho hee hee, I'm just kidding! I will show you the goods tomorrow when I'm kinda done. Ah, painting a cinderblock tomb while it's 45 degrees outside....good times. Thank goodness for
wine space heaters - and not just for me, but so my paint doesn't glob onto the walls like Amy Winehouse's liquid liner. They don't put those 'minimum temperature 50 degrees' warnings on your paint cans for nothing!