Day 5: "I can't be good at everything!!!"

My closet is a freakin kaleidoscope of clothes, purses, shoes, and accessories.  I organize my closet by color using ROY G BIV.  I love to mix up my color palette.  I even change my hair color a few times a year.  I have a hard time picking out nail polish color at the salon because OPI has so many great hues.  You would think when T asked me to go pick out paint for the 2 bedrooms, hall, kitchen, and dining room, I would be thrilled, especially since I spent years in blasé dorm rooms and apartments.  But, I have an excuse to shy away from my womanly duties.  When T was remodeling his house on the other side of the tracks, he put me in charge of picking out colors.  To make a long story short, he had to repaint two of the rooms because he didn’t like the colors I picked out once the paint had dried.  In our current house, he doesn’t like two of the colors I picked when the house was flipped by “Jew Bastard.”   So, one could see my hesitancy. Plus, I have a lot of décor to try to match a color with.  T kept on insisting (some would say nagging) that I pick out a color.  I don’t like to think of myself as being passive aggressive, but I just tried to ignore him as long as I could.  But man, he is relentless.  I finally snapped, “Why can’t you and my sister pick out a color?  She is so much better at this than me.  I can’t be good at everything!!”  “Fine call your sister and you and her can pick it out.”  So how many people does it take to pick out paint?  4 adults and 2 children.  Me, T, mom, sis, and my sister’s 2 kids go to Lowe’s. After about 5 minutes at looking at 400 different shades of green, I use the kids as a scapegoat and take them for a ride in the shopping cart that looks like a race car so they won’t get restless.  (By the way, why didn’t they have neat shopping carts to ride in when we were kids?)  After the field trip through the lighting and garden sections, I came back to check on my redecorating team and they had all the paint picked out.  Wow!!  When I left sis was rolling her eyes at me and getting ready to kill T for insisting that I help, and now after a few minutes later they have all the walls, ceiling, and trim colors picked out.  Mom asked me what I thought, and my response was, “Oh wow, yall did so good.  It looks great!”  Then mom asked to smell my breath to see if I had been drinking.  What kind of a response to my response is that?  Have I become so cynical, I can’t show genuine appreciation?  T reading over my shoulder agrees that I am cynical. 

Paint colors:

Green looking color for the kitchen (looks like we are going to have to repaint the cabinets a whiter color now and get new counter tops and tile floors)

White looking color for the trim

Beigey white looking color for the ceiling

Copper looking color for the entrance and dining room

Very light brown looking color for the hall

Medium Light brown looking color for the 2^nd bedroom, living room, and laundry room

Darker light brown looking color for the master bedroom and bath

(I might have gotten some of that confused)

Cupcake and Rusty are back at our house because I don’t think any workers are coming tomorrow.  Not unlike my sister’s kids, Rusty must want to go back to grandmother’s house.  She crawled into the pet taxi and curved up like she was all ready and waiting to go to “Bubba’s” house.  (Bubba is the name my niece gave my mom when she started talking.)