WHOA! I was told by a mod that my silly little prank idea is now the post with the most visitors ever in this community! SAY WHAAAT?! šŸ¤Æ

I truly appreciate all the photo admissions and the unexpected compliments. I even appreciate the insults and the extensive dissections of both my self esteem and my relationship. What wouldā€™ve been an uneventful past two weeks, has morphed into a never-ending thread more hilarious and entertaining than I ever couldā€™ve imagined.

Letā€™s address the more frequent comments, shall we?

  1. Why do I ā€œletā€ him hang this picture up?

For the same reason he ā€œletsā€ my geriatric, senile cat shit in the fireplace sometimes. When you choose to immesh your life with someone, you also choose to tolerate their quirks. And their elderly pets. And their weird vintage posters. Life itself is weird, soā€¦ā€¦pick your battles.

  1. You must be so unhappy if you felt the need to do this ā€œprankā€

At our first apartment, my husband had a man cave where he could decorate to his heartā€™s content. Dr. Quinn hung freely, along with other things I didnā€™t necessarily love, but didnā€™t have to stare at every day. Now, we recently moved to a new house. Pro: Our wildly opposite decorating styles can go balls to the wall(s we own). Con: No more man cave. Here lies the inspiration for the prank: One day she was just hanging up in our new bedroom.

  1. Why am I so insecure and worried over a poster of an old celebrity?

Guys, I donā€™t lose sleep over Jane Seymour, I just fall asleep staring at her šŸ˜‰ All jokes aside, I used to have an autographed, laminated headshot of Orlando Bloom as Will Turner in Pirates of the Caribbean circa 2003. Let me tell ya, if my mom didnā€™t throw it away, I would have that shit framed for LIFE. Drink up me ā€˜hearties, yo ho.

  1. I am Jane Seymour aka Dr. Quinnā€™s doppleganger and thatā€™s the only reason why my husband married me.

While I am FLATTERED by the comments saying I look just like herā€¦.I promise you, in real life, I absolutely do not šŸ˜‚ My husband actually only married me because I know how to push our trash bin to the curb.

  1. The phrase ā€œbane of my existanceā€ fired up a trigger storm.

Actually, a category 5 hurricane. Perhaps ā€œeye soreā€ would have been better verbiage? My bad for thinking the majority would interpret this as a joke, because who actually lets a poster be the bane of their existence? I stand corrected. Still, I appreciate all the protective women encouraging other women not to put up with shit. Right complaint, wrong HR department.

  1. How creepy it is that my husband has carried around this picture with him everywhere:

For all the Literal Larryā€™s out there, ā€œcarriedā€ was more so meant to portray, ā€œpacked, moved and preservedā€. He found the poster at some flea market in college (15 yrs before we met) and has made sure that it (along with a few other of his ā€œclassicā€ posters) have made it in one piece to each of the new spots heā€™s moved to. I am also guilty of saving random, sentimental, decorative items that everyone else thinks should be thrown away. Arenā€™t we all?

  1. So weird and creepy that he carries around a wallet sized photo

My bad for posting the wrong size. It is exactly 16ā€ x 20ā€, but with the matte and frame, I swear itā€™s 2ā€™ x 3ā€™ in my mind.

  1. Has he noticed it yet?

No, no he has not. My cat, however, is extremely disturbed, and canā€™t take her eyes away from this forced, tasteful imitation.

Parting words: To all the nonjudgey folks having fun in the comments and not taking it too seriously, yā€™all are my homies.

Moral of the story is, we all have VERY different senses of humor. And expectations of a partner. And thatā€™s okay. Letā€™s all be nicer to each other ā¤ļø