The Man Cave

 One of the things I'll probably never understand is the need for a man cave.  It's something I've heard about over and over again from T, and I feel truly bad because he has never had that since we've lived together.  Sure, we have a den, where we things like his guitar, his desk, but this place also houses my desk and all of my Mary Kay inventory.  So let's be honest, it's not much of a man cave.

 

 

But in our new house, we will have a basement.  This is the first time I've ever lived in a house with a basement, but it isn't for T.  And with the construction of our new home, the first step is to dig the hole for the basement.  So right now, we have a hole.  A cemented hole, but a hole nonetheless.  And it has T as giddy as a child on Christmas morning.  He'll finally have his man cave.

 

 

Of course, the idea of hanging out in a cold basement full of bugs and dirt and just...who knows what, does not sound fun to me at all.  But it does to T.  All I've heard him talk about throughout the house building process is what he plans to do in his man cave, his plans to construct a work bench, what he plans to hang up down there, etc. etc. 

 

 

I am so happy that he will finally have his dream - his own little world of his own and somewhere for me to send him when he drives me crazy.  I'd post a picture of his own little man space here, but unfortunately blogger is acting up.  Suffice it to say, he couldn't be prouder of his man cave, and I couldn't be happier for him.