This blog will will contain my rather pedantic ramblings on my experiences within the miniature war gaming hobby. There will be informative how-to’s, thrilling battle reports and thought provoking editorials. I fully expect that history will one day view the contents of this blog on par with Homer’s Illiad or Newton’s Principalia. Or it's a complete waste of time.
Yet again I have cheated fate and managed to survive my wife's annual spring luncheon for her women dental students. This year was as perilous as the rest. The first pic of my wife (front row 4th from the right) and her wards. Sure they all look nice in the photo but get between them and the food and you'll see a much more terrifying side.
The girls did give my wife a nice platter for serving steamed crabs - very useful in our neck of the woods. It was a very nice gesture.
Here is an "action" shot of our guest swarming the cake and devouring it without pity. I kept thinking of shark feeding frenzy - it was touch and go for a bit but I managed to get out of the room unscathed. The only other rough spot came when as I was cleaning up plates from a table. The young lionesses seemed to have been discussing their respective boyfriends and their associated deficiencies (which are apparently numerous). You know how these conversations go - each successive comment tries to top the previous. Attempting to lighten the mood, I suggested that they remember that men, as a group, are just not that bright and such things as sports on TV, action movies and the whole toilette seat thing are just some of our more endearing qualities. Lets just say I failed my saving throw on this encounter and added more fuel to the bonfire of their furry. The net result is that I fear there are some boyfriends in real trouble right now - dead men walking.
OK what about the food. Good lord how can such tiny girls consume so much food? Here's a pic of the table about halfway through.