when we first moved into this house I kept saying I wanted a mirror “over the bed” and my husband kept looking at me like I was on crack. It took 5 years for us to figure out that I meant “hanging on the wall above the headboard” not “on the ceiling” which is what he was hearing.
I have a dirty mind because my first and only thought was “on the ceiling”, and I was all go Rachel…release your inner freak flag. I was already preparing a thorough response on sex positivity and freedom of sexuality, then you crushed that soapbox moment. /sigh
I hope you get your wall mirror. 😛