I had to leave for a trip a few days ago and my dad woke me up and said "hey get up you have to get ready for your trip" and I, half asleep said "you're going to miss me" and he stood straight up said "you're conceited. Get up"
Not as bad as some of the horror stories you hear about in this site but the "garage" was stuffed with everything you'd expect in an attic, with about a 2-foot wide square walkway around the piles of precariously placed toolboxes, CD sets, etc.
I'm always kind of embarrassed calling someone by their name (that they have all over their blog) for the first few times because even though it's clearly public and for everyone to use which is why it's, again, all over their blog,