My garage that is. I love it. Every morning I get into my car and the temp reads 58. As I back out into the frozen cold tundra I watch it plummet into single digits.
When we first moved to KC, I'd been letting the hubs park in the single car garage. My car had never seen the inside of one so what did I care. Plus, it was August. Well after our first few weeks of winter, my poor hubby has graciously given up his spot. I'm a spoiled wife and it's fantastic!
After living 10 years sans a garage I've quickly remembered how wonderful they are. I don't have to wear my hat, gloves and scarf on the drive to work anymore. I don't have to wait for my car to heat up before even thinking about turning on the heat. And the best part of all....I don't have to scrape the 5 inch layer of ice and snow off my windshield.
Ahhh....so this is what heaven is like!