Next, is my living room, one half hour after the first picture was taken, give or take a few minutes for them to determine that yes, I had put the noise thing away:
Tell me again who runs this house?
And, yes, the dog was in on it.
I'm so sad, I made Doc upset. Not angry, kind of sad. There's this Madonna song I've been listening to, "Nothing Fails" that I really want him to hear. It's a really cool love song, not at all Madonna-like. He's been putting off playing it, so when I got a hold of the laptop and the TV remote at the same time today, I played it. Or, started to. He said, after the first few notes, "So, Madonna listened to Ani DiFranco and this is what she came up with?" And then he got really upset and said he didn't want to hear it and stormed out of the room. Then he came right back in like nothing had happened, but he had REALLY hurt my feelings, so I was sulking.
In the spirit of his mood handling, I squashed down what I was feeling and helped him get the scooter ready to go. There is a slow leak in one of the tires, so he has to fill it up before he leaves with the air compressor. And though it's only 100 psi, the hose/gauge thingy is meant to be used by two people or one person with both hands on the same side of their body. Then, before he left, I got out my black duct tape and reattached a body piece to the side of the floor piece that was loose in the most punk rock way I possibly could and still get away with it. Doc's not a hippy anymore, like he was when I met him, but he's no where near being a punk. Or any other kind of rocker.
He likes Julia Nunes. She's really popular on youtube. I like her, but I'm not overly fond of her music. He paid into a kickstarter for her and he's getting a ukulele and her new CD. I was really happy that he did something purely for himself. Everything is always about me. I don't like it any more than he does. I'm glad he's found something he likes all his own.
Here's a couple of pictures of Her Highness, The Princess Teeny