Once upon a time, in that glorious era almost 3 years ago, when real estate wasn't an intensely scary proposition, K.C. & I decided to look for a little larger house for our newly growing family. We didn't go MTV Cribs or anything, just a modest sized townhouse with a nice floorplan, a deck in the back for a BBQ grill, and (what I was most excited about) a healthy sized finished basement.
As we were doing the walk-through, I was excited as visions of a game table (perhaps a pop-a-shot), mini bar, and a nice cozy recliner were dancing through my head. Uhhh...Fast forward to the present...and my "Man-Cave In Waiting" has been reduced to 90% fabric, ribbon, and sewing machines (courtesy of my lovely wife and her Diaper Bag Wrangler business), 8% usable living space, a 2% left over. In that 2%, I was able to carve a "BOYS ONLY" corner of the basement where I keep all my fishing gear and twist my lures.
I guess I can't complain too much, at least K.C. makes money with her hobby. On the other hand, my fishing obsessi...I mean hobby... has the opposite effect on my wallet. Now if I could only give her fax machine the boot!