Burning Down The House

It started as it has started 100 times in the past 30 years. My Friday night & I wish to do some serious relaxing, The Husband & I have a couple of cocktails & smoke just a tiny bit of Mary Jane while we listen to one of my  terrific custom mix CDs. At Post Apocalyptic Bohemia we believe in flattering light, & the Husband is the master. He was looking particularly handsome & even after 3 decades. I was feeling the love.

I have every reason to believe that he was catching my vibe, because he started in on the old tried & true romance routine: flattering light, cocktails, music… & major changes in the look & layout of the house, That is how the Husband gets his freak on. Nothing makes me as horny as a new look at the house.

That’s right, the Husband moved furniture from room to room, changed out pillows & bedding, re-hung the well hung art & mirrors & even painted. The process always scares me, but the result always puts me “in the mood”. This is what the Husband does best, design, & romance. Here is what he did last night, before we got in the hot tub. It worked for me. This is what happened to our tiny dining room: