I was digging around in my garage the other day. I needed some screws to hang a bracket in my living room.
Now, my garage is no ordinary garage. It’s a super-garage.
It’s not pretty but it’s huge. Best I can tell, it was once a regular old two-car garage. Then a previous owner wanted some extra space to fix his cars. And the super-garage was born. The addition off the back has two 12′ roll-up doors and 18′ ceilings. Plus it’s heated. Too bad I’m not into cars.
Now you’d think with a garage this big I’d have everything nicely organized and in its place, right?
Nope.
It took me half-an-hour to find the screws I was looking for. Granted, I spent about 15 minutes just poking around. On the positive side, I found a book I was looking for, two pairs of wool socks and stack of my son’s favorite Pokemon cards. Not sure how that got out there.
Since I don’t go out in the garage too often, I don’t really have a handle on what’s out there.
When we moved into our house four years ago, we just…