wives......oh boy!

So, I rush home from work last night, look in my model workshop, on the desk is sitting my Tamiya Zero, ready for decals. I am psyched because I have learned, finally, to use the decal set solution and see the beauty of decals that actually look painted on. I sit at the desk, look this way and that way, turn it upside down and note that the 2 coats of future are dry. "All right" I holler to my daughter who has her season opener high school soccer game. "Here I come" I yell and have to put it down. So, I work 2 hrs of concessions, pour drinks and fry burgers. I film a great game between 2 powerhouses in the state which ends 0-0. She plays 70 of 80 minutes at center mid and makes her Dad proud. However, the whole time, all I can think about is applying the decals. Great paint job, grey belly and jungle green mottle. Coolest I have done yet. Game ends about 10, run home and have to help kids with homework. Run to the store for milk and finally get to my desk about 11:30. Apply the decals, looks great. I take the plane upstairs to show my 18 year old son and my wife. My son, an artist, appreciates the hard work and marvels at the paint job. My wife, well my wife looks over from her chair and says "oh, it's plastic". I turned, kept my mouth shut, brougt the plane back to my office, turned off the light and went to bed. Got up early, immediately went and sprayed on a finishing flat coat and put it on the shelf. Rearranged all 20 planes. From Atlantic to Pacific. It sits next to the Dauntless. Plastic I thought. But what a great job! Wives............., what can I say?