She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
This post is for my husband. My husband doesn’t play WoW, much to my regret. He doesn’t read this blog either. But sometimes he’s on the Mac doing his thing, so he’s often aware of what I’m doing over here on this computer. He heard me picking music on YouTube for a post. Asked what I was doing. I told him I sometimes add a link to a music video in a post.
Now my husband listens to a lot of music, I do too, but I’m always listening while doing something. He’s the kind of listener who puts on music, turns off the lights, places himself in the room at the exact position for optimal audio mojo or whatever, and listens while doing nothing but listening.
So anyway, he asks what music I was linking. I told him, and he said why not Hayes Carll? He’s a big Hayes Carll fan, among others. I said it just doesn’t fit with the post. He didn’t seem very happy about it. I want to make him happy so here’s Drunken Poet’s Dream with a suitable screen shot. My favorite part of the song is the “she likes to lay naked and be gazed upon” part which my Druid indeed does like to do. In cat form of course.
But now that you’re here and I’m talking about my husband, I want your opinion. When we met, my husband was very much a white, beige, black, brown, kind of guy. After we got married I know he was horrified when I painted every room with vivid colors and started hanging all the things on the walls.
He is really very tolerant. He’s grown used to all the color. But he still thinks some of the stuff I hang on walls is just wrong. I just wanted your opinion. I hung this piece of clothing in the red room because I think it’s beautiful. He thinks it borders on lunacy. Is he right?
I was going to hang slippers up too but I didn’t want to push him over the edge so it was a compromise. In the room I work in there is a dead cow head on the wall wearing a Micky Mouse hat. I mean … you know … just the skeleton, not a stuffed cow head. I mean yeah, that would be creepy. I found the skeleton at an antique store in Pennsylvania and I was afraid that people looking for antiques wouldn’t buy the poor cow skeleton head so I bought him. You can imagine how pleased my husband was when I gleefully showed him my find. Now he’s used to me.
Another bone of contention, sleigh bells. I love them. No I didn’t get them when I got my skull. These were a gift from someone who knew about my wall hanging fetish. Okay, I’ve gone pretty far afield. I’ll stop now. But what do you think. Should I not being hanging this stuff on the walls? Is it really that weird?
What? Well, he IS my KING after all. Oh come oh, like you don’t have a portrait of Thrall over the TV?
P.S. Hope Navimie doesn’t catch me using the naked trick again ;)