This is the offending weapon
The good news is this side of the garage went from this
At least some progress was made before I caused irreparable brain damage to myself. When I can actually chew and raise my eyebrows without my head hurting, then I will resume work on the garage . Until then I am sitting in my recliner with an ice pack on my head and double vision. And no I am not listening to Foreigner. I really have wonked out vision. I hate being short. And clumsy. And having a bruisy goose egged noggin.
In my next life I want to be tall. And not clumsy. (And while I am at it-- thin, rich and gorgeous isn't to much to ask for, right?)