We got a new garage door this week. Now, it might not look very exciting to you. It’s not the best garage door in the world, by any means. But, it’s a step up from the last one that was 60 years old and busted.
So, now I get to park in the garage again. Weeeeeeeee! No more scraping frost off the windshield! No more struggling for my keys while trying to carry in a large, squirmy Kitty and 6 bags of groceries. I am in love with my garage door and want to run away with it.
And actually, an attached 2 car garage is one of the reasons why Pemberley is magic. Do you know how many old houses have attached garages? Not very many. Let me be more specific… NONE. None of the other old homes that I was trying to convince Mr. Darcy to buy had an attached garage, just my lil’ Pemberley. And an attached garage was pretty high on my WANT list. Which is how I know that Pemberley is the only true and living house on the face of the whole Earth in which I, Mary, am well pleased. Yea verily, Amen.