So Miss Charlotte and I are about embark on the next great adventure.
even more complicated, costly and terrifying than an interspecies breeding program: REMODELING.
There I said it. Remodeling is not fun. Can I get an AMEN?
I'll be keeping you updated on this project as we go along, but first I guess you need some back story.
Boomer Brief HQ will be relocating to (hopefully) spacious new digs in our remodeled home office sometime this summer. To make this magic happen, we've assembled a construction team that Doug, our remodeling company contractor, says, "Will involve every trade except roofing".
In Collywood, that's translated as, "don't plan on going to Costco any time soon, cause most of your money will be going to me." Message received.
I'm fine-tuning my highly-evolved skill of grunting knowingly when somebody says something I might understand. Desk, good. Fire, bad. You get the idea.
Charlotte will have to forget those $9 sandals she's been eyeing at Super Target and I'll be eating generic low-fat peanut butter till at least early fall. Everybody sacrifices for the common good here at the Brief.
This remodeling project will take us where no man has gone before. If you guessed ATTIC then give yourself a prize (may I suggest brand name low-fat peanut butter?). We're going to take in a big chunk of our attic to make room for the new Boomer Brief HQ.
It's no small feat.
Here's what it looks like NOW
This new HQ will have plenty of storage space for the samples we review on the blog (we need a lot of room to store the stuff that UPS and FedEx bring us) and room to ruminate the
drivel musings we post here on the site. It just takes space, y'all.
Charlotte is already losing sleep thinking about the project. She's drawn off rooms on graph paper and cut out paper desks and cabinets and moved them a million ways and counting. Me? I'm fine-tuning my highly-evolved skill of grunting knowingly when somebody says something I might understand. Desk, good. Fire, bad. You get the idea.
Don't get me wrong, I have put one skill to use. To make room for all of the remodeling and relocating I'm cleaning out the garage. This of course, means putting up boxes that have been sitting there since we moved into our house in 2006. Some will go to the curb. Some to Goodwill and some will wander down to the ranch. It'll all go somewhere and it'll all have to be moved.
With any luck I'll find Cole's old amplifier (I think it's being used as a plant stand right now) and maybe even my banjo and 12-string guitar. Who knows? I may start a Collywood garage band made up of Boomer Bro's so we can play some gigs to raise money for the remodel.
Anybody want to hear Free Bird played on the banjo? It'll be epic, dude. Epic.