A couple of days ago, I decided to print out a nice photo my wife had taken of our kids on our most recent vacation. I've become a bit of a CVS or Walgreens photo-printing whore and now that I realize how easy and cheap it is to do, I'm determined to fill our tiny apartment with awesome 8x10 family shots. Anyway, sometime after the framing and hanging of the latest photo, I remember we used to have a decent oil painting somewhere in our apartment that I'd bought years ago stuffed inside one of our closets.