The Spoils of Birth

I celebrate 51 years around the sun this past Easter Sunday.  With one kid in a different state, and the other in a whole different country this past weekend, I took up an offer to be a hermit and dog-sit for a friend.

But the week prior I did manage to connect with them for a night Easter gaming, and a night with cake and presents.  

Amongst Millie's friends, I am "Big Cat."  Better than "Fat Lion"

I don't ask for much, and expect nothing, so long as the girls are happy, so anything is more than enough. 

I'm very amused that out of 8 bottles of Americana paint, I don't own four of them, needed fresh bottles for two, and the other two?  It never hurts to get more shades of brown, even if I'm at an amusing surplus.

The girls also didn't pull a coup and shower me with the ultra-rare, ultra-pricey 30-year old Reaper Mousling and Verminite mounted figures.  I actually got the rare eBay steal for all five packs, and turned the barely opening shipping box to them to wrap up as gifts.  I was happy enough to get older Mouslings done earlier this month, but with the submission of my Historicon events, they'll take a short-term hiatus off the painting queue... and we all know they're doomed in limbo.