So this is how my evening went after work. I got home, started to vacuum and husband comes in
the house to ask me if I called a tow truck. To make a long story short, yes I did. My wonderful dear son that I love to death never checked the oil in his car and found out too late that it was completely out. The engine seized up and then wouldn't start at all. Too late for oil at this point. After months of trying to get husband and wonderful dear son to take care of getting rid of the car I took matters into my own hands and had it towed away. Unfortunately when I asked if the tow company could come the same day, I was told "no". Well, ten minutes after getting home my husband comes in the house and says there's a tow truck outside. Ugh! We had to scramble to find the keys and push the car out of the garage so that it could be loaded onto the tow truck.
Then the car wouldn't fit with the other cars already loaded. It was a big mess. My husband and I both ended up helping the tow truck driver get everything manuevered just right. I can now say that I have used the controls on a tow truck to lower and lift the truck bed. (that was kinda fun)
So all of this trouble means that I have an empty garage (at the moment) and I can hopefully find room for storing some of the things that are upstairs in our bonus room. If I can get the bonus room cleaned out I would love to paint and build a nice scrapbook room that will be big enough for friends and family to come over and scapbook with me. That's the plan. Hopefully I can make it happen.