The day took place on a lazy Saturday morning and my younger brother was, as suspected up before every one else. I was the second to the last to get up and was the first to drowsily walk into the wall, next, to the bathroom (I am not the most graceful person in the morning). After I brushed my teeth, got dressed and ate my breakfast I passed my brother (still watching cartoons) I went straight for the door. And was called straight back. The garage needed cleaning. What looked to be a relaxing day turned out to be an all day chore.