When i was married my ex-wife gave me an entire room to do with what i wanted, i had Star Trek models hanging from the ceiling with fishing line, glow-in-the-dark planets and stars on the walls and about 7 shelves full of models......flashforward to now.....after someone broke into my storage unit and trashed everything...i mean everything: comic books, VHS tapes, toys, books, photos....b*sta*ds did a good job.
I know this is ticking a lot of you off but i can handle the toys and tapes and books being lost....what i CANNOT handle is there were photos of my kids in there that NO ONE has duplicates of that will never be replaced...my baby book was in there, my son's, my daughter's, my stepdaughter's, my ex-wive's photos of her mom (RIP Tammy), the clothes that i brought my kids home from the hospital in......you get the picture, getting depressed now man, track change...
Now i have about 7 shelves full of toys, they sit on top of my computer cabinet, my desk is my work area and there is always something cooking there, when you come in the house my toys are holding what few pictures of my kids as babies i have left up as banners and flags of devotion and love......my house is a toy factory and i tell people to expect as much when they come over to visit for the first time......first woman who loves the toy factory i will marry
, yeah said that once before and look where i am now...LOL.
Anyhoo, how's that?