My first wife wouldn't let me do or buy squat. Everything had to be "practical". I got sox & underwear for Christmas. Luckily I caught her screwing around. If it wasn't for that I would still be miserable and wouldn't have gotten to know my present wife. My present wife proposed to me! She is great about my hobby. As long as the bills get paid I don't have to worry about packages showing up at the door. I had to litteraly hide packages from my first wife. We live in an apartment and she lets me do my building in the living room while we're watching tv together. She even found me a used, but very nice big, sturdy, flat, heavy, steel case table to build on. When I finish building a plane she smiles and says isn't that pretty, or nice job. Pretty isn't the word I'm really looking for, but its better than, *** is that another plane So I guess after reading some of these posts I'm very lucky, but I guess I knew that already The moral of my story is, if the wife complains all the time & hates your hobby, complains when you buy stuff, find her a boyfriend [sm=lol.gif]
Joe