thou shalt not covet your neighbour's basement

My good friend has recently had her basement renovated and converted it into a giant playroom/family room and I am OH SO jealous. Imagine the space! No. Toys. Piled. Up in the living room, and No. Toys. Stabbing. Me. In. The Toe when I first stumble into the kitchen in the mornings to make coffee.

In my previous life, I would have coveted a large bay window with stain-glass somewhere in the Bloor/Bathurst area. With a giant window seat that I could sit in and read the Sunday afternoon away. And now? I would move mountains to have a basement rec room if possible, with wall to wall carpeting, pot lights and a couple of comfy couches. And a place for the tv instead of my living room, which is the first room in my house and therefore so easy to feast your eyes on soon as you enter the door.

I mean really. Shouldn't we all have a place to store our kids and televisions?