You remember the children’s story, The Little Red Hen? The one where the little red hen asks for assistance but the other barnyard animals don’t want to help? And what does the hen reply when they refuse? Come on, I know you know it. Let’s say it together on three. One, two, three…
“’Then I’ll do it myself,’ said the little red hen.”
We recently took that mantra to heart.
With the purchase of our new beach cottage came a two-story detached garage. The upstairs had the walls framed out and one lone light bulb hanging from the rafters. The income potential is there, the separate-space-for-the-boomerang-child potential is there, the “man-cave” potential is totally there (plenty of room for leather sectional group, large screen TV, a pool table or a foosball table, all with access to a full kitchen for cold beer and nacho/chicken wing preparation, and full bathroom in the event a shower is needed…I’m talking man-cave on steroids here!)…we just needed to turn it into habitable condition.