It’s Sunday, and it’s groundhog day. This is the one day every year when a group of weird old men can harass a rodent and not only is it broadcast live, but the headline doesn’t include the phrase “Florida man…”.
There’s also some sort of game on tonight. Yay sports!
We went to the Warhammer shop yesterday. He made a beeline to the two shelves of Sororitas. We looked around a little bit, then he talked to the manager a bit about buying the core rulebook and asked for a codex he didn’t see anywhere. The manager disappeared into the back and brought it out, saying something like “and that’s one chaos space marine codex for you”.
He pointed in my direction and said, “oh, it’s not mine, that’s hers.”
The manager did a quick double take and turned in my direction, and recovered. “Ok then. Has any particular Chaos god really spoken to you?”
We’ve prepared for Snackerbowl 2020. He’s got himself 4lbs of chicken wings. I’m making myself my favorite “fake steak” sandwiches, which involve a couple of bigass portobello mushrooms. Later this afternoon, I’ll make up the “guilt free grazing station”. It’s just a couple of fruit and veggie platters to pick at between lunch and dinner, but “grazing station” just sounds fancier.
Aside from the food, we don’t have anything planned. We’ll paint up the last two of the Warhammer figures we bought a few weeks ago. I’m sure he’ll find a few matches on YouTube to watch.
