The former car park is now formally, my space, a man lounge if you will. I do important man stuff out there. Like watching hockey, racing, rugby and football. Lifetime movies are banned in the lounge.
Manly pictures and hats adorn the walls.
I keep manly gear neatly stacked and ready for a manly deployment at a moments notice.
A work bench allows for manly fixing and repairing of stuff and tinkering.
Even got me a big ole rug in the "Mike Lima"
Every lounge must have quality reading material. Check-got it.
And sometimes, you just need to go old school with the music in the man lounge. Good to go there also.
Any man lounge MUST have a recliner- yep. Although it may be time for an upgraded version here soon.
Coffee table and a place to hold your Ginger Ale? How about a race used tire from a Dallara Judd from the 49th Running of the 12 Hours of Sebring? Yeah, got that also.
Screen to keep the bugs out and the dogs in.
There is even an unofficial pet in the lounge....a 6 foot Black Snake. He doesn't live in there, he just comes and goes during the cooler weather. We used to have a real problem with Pygmy Rattlesnakes a few years back. Not now, thanks to Mr. Bravo Sierra. Since there is an abandoned orange grove behind us, every cold snap sends the field mice scurrying for warmth. Guess where they would end up before my slithering buddy showed up? Yep, in my garage. He is kind of clumsy for a snake though. He once fell off the roof of the house and landed at my feet. That was a bit startling. He seems to enjoy sunning himself on the top rail of the fence in the back yard....wife is not very enthused about his choice of tanning location.. And just a few days ago as I put a bag of trash in the can, he stuck his head out of the bushes as if to say "what's uppppppp". Maybe one day I can get him to pose for a picture.
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