My Back, Dom DeLuise, and His Hooker Wife

It started so simply—I just wanted to use our apartment’s space better. Several weeks and one dumb decision later, and I’m on the couch watching a movie where Dom DeLuise is dancing with his hooker-wife, and a bunch of other hookers and “porn stars,” to a disco version of “Singing in the Rain.”

It’s been that kind of week.

Back in January, I looked at how we were using the space in the dining room (large) versus our bedroom (smaller).  The bedroom was cramped and crowded, while the dining room was mostly being used for The Rev’s computer and to store a lot of stuff we needed to organize or just throw away.  So, why not switch?

Hey, it made sense at the time.  You know, except for the fact that The Rev’s computer would have to stay in our (new) bedroom, and the fact that the new bedroom doesn’t actually have a closet.  And oh yeah, we’d have to move four bookcases plus other stacks of books into the new dining room.

Before you ask, yes, we are still married.  Yes, I am as surprised as you.  The Rev was reluctant about this whole project, but cannily viewed it as a chance to rack up some major karma and husband points.  He was right.