Clowns to the Left of Me; Jokers to the Right...
...Here I am stuck in the garage with you. ...Here I am stuck in the garage with you. I know I have written lots of crazy blogs. This may be one of the craziest. And of course, it's all true, which makes it even more crazy. It was your average ordinary Monday. My husband and I had to run to the post office to pick up a package that was too big to fit in our mailbox as well as make a quick stop to CVS. As usual, we went out to the garage, clicked the button on the wall of garage bay number 3 (it's the 3 car garage attached to the house; not to be confused with the detached garage on the other side of the house which we rarely use...so many garages! Why?) which opened the garage door, got in the car and ran our errands. It didn't take us long and when we got back, my husband clicks the remote, the garage door opened, and we pulled in. We got our stuff out of the car, and we close the garage door using the button on the side of the wall. So far a typic...