A miracle occurred this week. Are you guessing world peace? No way, think bigger. I’m talking an occasion rocking the universe, a sight never seen before, the event of the decade. After years of languishing in snow, ice, rain, and scorching heat, our cars found shelter in our garage—parked indoors, protected from the elements, praying it’s a daily experience. They’re happy, I’m delighted, my husband is ecstatic. Unfortunately, our garage appears to be in culture shock, thinking all this time it was a junkyard for southern packrats.
On this Southern-Fried Friday, what spends the night in your garage—vehicles, other stuff, or a little bit of both?