Perhaps you noticed less of an interwebs presence from me. Maybe? Sorta?
Because shortly after we finished the dungeon, we moved our computers on down.
And it looked like. . . this. . . for a while. Anywho, moving our computers down to the dungeon has done me big, BIG favors. I'm the kinda girl who can get lost in google reader, pinterest, and news articles for hours.
But it's 'snot so, anymore. I don't hang out down here, thus, I've cut my interwebs time to a quarter of before.
And that's important for a gal like me.
But I digress. Back to this white trash setup we had going on down here:
Would you believe me if I told you that I searched for a double desk for over a year?
'Cause I did. And finally, once the hubs had taken a week break off from the craziness that 'twas our basement finishing, he had an idea:
"We should make our own double desk." He said.
"Oooh! YES! Lets! Let's get a plan from Ana, and we'll modify it, and. . . we CAN MAKE IT TOGETHER!"
I envisioned us working side by side-- like a team-- you know, "You countersink, I'll pre-drill." And "Hand me the sandpaper, would you now, hon?"
There's something you should know. Jeffro and I- we're like peas and carrots. Carrots and peas. And yet, he's a hardcore perfectionist, and I'm hardcore sloppy.
You shoulda seen his deer in the headlights look when I suggested we "work together".
And so, this project was all his baby.
Solid oak, here.
Pages upon pages of plans for his perfect desk.
Hours of work-- cutting, sanding, staining, and finishing.
Kicked me out of the dang gay-rage while he stained and coated, dang it. I was pulling the saw out onto the driveway to cut everything for a week.
But I must say, that I love our double desk.
Good 'n strong pull out keyboard shelves,
a spot for our towers, including slots on the sides to let the heat out,
and shelving in the back to keep our subwoofers for our sound systems off the floor, for crying out loud.
He really put a lot of thought into this bad boy.
He even put in adjustable lighting specifically for our desk.
And, AND, perhaps the piece de resistance--
the stand that houses our bevi fridge. I love you, bevi fridge.
It houses all our (Huge, ridiculously exaggerated air quotes) "boooooze."
These are adults only bevi's, children. No, you cannot have my grapette!
Wanna know how much this double desk cost?
Man you ask tacky questions. Nah, go ahead and get up on my biz-nis. It was a solid $100. But it's solid oak. And props to my hubs for a non-sloppy creation.