Staring At Skeletons

There are a lot of skeleton warriors on the coffee table.

They're in between soup cans and tins of cupcake cups which were doubling as battlements.

Miniatures are interesting--toys can sometimes look like they're just lying there, but minis always look like they're doing stuff. In formation, ready to hit each other.

I should probably clean them off--they're left over from the game we had on the weekend--but I keep not doing it because I kind of just like having them there while I work. And also on account of laziness.

So anyway they're sitting there. They keep saying "Play with us, plaaay with us!"

Here's what I'd like to do, I've been thinking: convince the Thai karaoke restaurant down the street to let us play D&D there at night once a week. Or the bar with the free hot dogs.

I think this is the skeletons' idea. I think they want to get out of the house.