Happy wife, happy life.
It's trite, it's cliché, it's sappy...and it's darned good advice. Took me quite a while to get it right, but I figured it out and now I have a loving, happy wife who gives me all of the above when I really need them...not all at once, mind you, but at some time or another.
Why am I so sore, then, and how does it relate to making my wife happy and getting my gaming needs fulfilled? Because a few months ago I took a patch of woods just next to our driveway, cleared it of shrubs and trees, and this morning started on this project:
Not sure what that is? It could be a man-cave. Might be a 300-plus figure 15mm Napoleonic French army. Could even be an army that I haven't even seen or bought yet. Because that picture above, after about 8 hours of tiring, hot, dirty labor of love, turned into this:
Gamers come in many different flavors: you've got your casual gamer, who may or may not own any figures and doesn't have a designated game night. There's the gamer who probably has one or two armies, plays only one or two rules sets, and has game days but they are maybe once a month or less. I'm more at the other end of the scale from these...after 40 years of gaming historical miniatures I am still finding new periods and scales to get into, and have more freakin' minis than I can even remember (not true...I remember each and every one by their little lead face and made-up name...just being dramatic!), and I can be dragged whole-heartedly into buying a new army as simply as someone saying "hey, wouldn't it be cool to do the South American wars of independence?" So I spent today totally dedicated to busting my butt, sweating like a dog, and hurting tonight like I climbed Mt. Everest, because I finally figured out that this: