From the WarGameGeek File...
Yesterday, the boy and I spent the day together. Erik and Rebecca were at the hospital all day so Erik could get 14 fillings ( which is almost 5 fillings for each year), so I spent the day with Zachary.
After eating at the Clown Burger joint (you know of whom I speak...) (no, that's not the danger, but it is a danger), we went over to the Mall and wandered around a bit. After stopping in at the ExpensiveJapaneseTVsOnly Store (to stare at the giant TVs), and making the requisite stop at the toy store to look at (look with your eyes, not with your hands) the Thomas the Tank Engine stuff, we went to the GamesWorkshop store.
I thought he would think all the painted figs were cool. I was right, and that is still not the danger part. No, now I want to paint again.
Let me bring you up to speed on this. I have a history of buying and storing up stuff to be painted (now, in this context, realize that paint means apply paint to pre-scuplted objects, not use liquid pigments creatively on canvases or walls). I have a *HUGE* (and in this context huge in the meaning of the word where we mean much bigger than it should ever possibly get) pile of boxes with stuff in it to paint. But that is not what it's all about.
No, what this is about is the acquiring of more stuff to paint. If I do that, I need to replenish my supplies, as by this time the only thing that is still of use will be my palette (best painter gift ever, thanks Kev!). So that's another 30 bucks. And then I need secure space to work in.
I think I need to do a garage to workshop conversion. Stupid van can sit outside.