laststandonzombieisland

While accompanying my lovely wife to a local big box hobby and crafts store so she could restock her art room with baubles, I saw this poor box of joy, relegated to a clearance shelf:

“The smell, you know that Testor’s enamel smell, the whole place. Smelled like scale modeling…”

Oh, what I would have done to have come across something so magical as a 12-year-old warship nerd…