I hate my basement

Our very own doorway to Hell

Creepy. Dingy. Hole. In. The. Ground.

*Shudder*

We've all had one. Maybe you have one right now.

No matter how many Martha Stewart inspired crafts you do, how chic your decor is, or how much crack you smoke will change the fact that your perfect little home is built above a doorway to Hell itself.

I choose to drink, myself.



This "room" has been designated the man cave in many houses, it certainly has in ours. Any time I spend down there is spent desperately seeking alternate escape routes in the even that hellspawn block or otherwise destroy my rickety exit. Every moment in the hell pit is tortured.

Tinder for Hell's fires

Mr. Bliss however, seems to enjoy the company of the hellspawn, as he can often be found working on his exquisite workbench in the evenings. It really is too bad that the bench and all of his tools will be the first things to burn when the walls defending us from the heat of Hell finally crumble.

This could only be sinister

Do. Not. Want.

Mr. Bliss ran down to Home Depot to pick up some spray-foam to fill in some of the hellspawn entryways. It was a starting point and has helped to keep some of the cold out. (Don't let anybody tell you that Hell is hot. They are wrong.)

Step B is to build a facade room at the bottom of the stairs for me to do laundry in because I am NOT Hell's laundress. 

Step C is to add a main floor laundry room, after we win the lottery and/or decide to continue living in this house.

In all seriousness, this is just one of the lovely quirks of owning an older home. We only bought our home in July; our first home! YAY! What a learning curve! That is a story for another time though!