Annie's favorite thing to do lately is to spend the evening working with her dad on the attic/man-cave...
In fact, I've even heard her nag him into working in the attic when he didn't feel like it.
Which means that the man-cave is (after three years) coming close to completion.
When we bought this house, the attic was a scary place, with knob and tube electrical wires dangling everywhere, thousands of rusty nails sticking out of the ceiling and old wooden floorboards that wreaked of cat pee.
And when he tore out the floorboards and started cleaning the area beneath them, he found old school calendars that dated back to 1907, church bulletins that were over 100 years old, an old world map drawn in pencil by a kid named Elmer, an empty box of tire-tape for Model-T tires, a small leather journal filled with spelling words in the most beautiful penmanship you've ever seen, and a plethora of other cool, old finds, amongst the dust, dirt, debris and bird carcasses. (The place was so nasty that every cut and scrape that came into contact with what was under those floorboards became infected.)
And it took him forever to clean out the space because he was so worried about vacuuming up something important.
And every time he'd collected a small pile of cool finds, he'd give them to me. (I've saved them all.)
But now it's all clean, with new 2x4's (For support.) new electrical wires (He's re-wired the entire upstairs, but the downstairs still has the old knob and tube wiring.), new windows (There were only screens before.), tons of insulation (There was no insulation before.) and thousands upon thousands of screws. (He didn't use a single nail.)
And he's even throwing a man-cave grand-opening party in September, but you can't come unless you grow a mustache between now and then. (Mustaches are required to enter the man-cave.)
So I'm considering skipping waxing a few times so I can make it to the party.