I come home from work today and my wife takes me by the hand and says, in her best alluring voice, come down to the basement with me, I want to show you something... She leads me down the stairs. She opens the door of our "home office" a small 8' x 10' room which had been used to store my guns and ammo, and all her sewing things, family files, file cabinets and assorted load of, well, her stuff. She looks at me and says, "Welcome to your new gun room, you can have it all to yourself, I moved all my stuff up, so you can keep all your cleaning supplies and this can be your exclusive gun cleaning and storage room." She moved all her stuff up to Son #1's old bedroom. He is out of college and on his own. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.