I’ve been having this weird recurring dream lately of buying the house that I grew up in and gutting it and completely renovating it for no apparent reason.
And when I mean gutting it, I mean tearing down pretty much every interior wall even if they were load bearing and completely redesigning the interior. Plus I add a second sub-basement accessible only by a biometrically locked elevator.
Don’t ask me what I’ve put down there. I apparently don’t have clearance to remember that sort of stuff when I wake up. Fnord!
I’m going to blame my wife’s fetish with all the redesign shows on HGTV… but then again it could just be the Evil Genius of my subconscious mind designing it’s secret lair.
I wonder if I could moat the property and have sharks with frikken laser beams on their heads…