365.109 Homage

All the recent musical & make-up shenanigans 'round these parts got me thinking...

David Bowie is in my top ten, no, top five, favorite artists. EVER. I don't care what anyone says, I luff him. There is no such thing as a "favorite Bowie song" in my house. That is an impossible decision.

I can't wait til Brian gets home. I imagine some form of the following conversation will take place:

B: "Hey, honey? This stripper glitter? Um, why is it everywhere?"
Me: "Oh, that. Yeah, I was doing a Bowie homage."
B: "You were?"
Me: "Yep."
B: "Oh, cool. Ok."

Note that he doesn't ask why, or where. I love that my oddities (space and otherwise...ha! HA!) are so normal to him.