Last weekend, Mike got the burning desire to fix up his “man space,” aka the garage and tool shop. And let me tell you, he took this project very seriously; therefore, of course, so did we. So instead of lazing around sunning in 90-degree weather, enjoying the last remnants of summer-like days, we all had to pitch in to help Dad clean/patch/prime/paint the garage.
The garage door opener’s still busted, however.
Maybe that’ll be his Christmas present.