Sam’s a selfish little thing

I’m going to be one of those people who talk about their cats. I know. Obnoxious, right?! Anyway, I’ve had Sam about three weeks and he’s become really attached. To the point of c***b******* Dave, other cat, from getting any love. And yet he still lives.

Anyway, sent the story off that I was on deadline for and it got a very nice acceptance. This is good, because I was fretting. I’ve been informed that fretting is how I roll. Maybe it has something to do with that fear thing.

Anyway, the big drama at my house right now is painting the house. It’s one of those things that has to be done at some point. This is bad because I can’t make up my mind about which color to paint it. (Like 21 sample quarts worth of dithering.) ¬†They know me all too well at Sherwin-Williams.

I’ve discovered the joys of having them give me a color I like, but at 75, 50, and 25 percent of said color, which makes it lighter. Much to my surprise one of these experiments worked. I was as happy as a little girl, but now I’m not sure now if this is, indeed the one.

And then there’s the what color do I paint the doors. I was hoping for a nice sunshine yellow to go with the greys I finally settled on. Apparently, they won’t let you use yellow outside. Something about how it fades. And I’m thinking, “Well, that’s my lookout, m’kay?” Ended up trying a color that han only be described at ballpark mustard.

To the surprise of no one, this didn’t work.

Now I’m dithering about these bright greens. And I was going to get a picture the color, Sherwin-William Hep Green, but now I remember how to make the magic happen. See, computer stuff. I’m lousy at it. Suffice to say, there’s some damn more I-don’t-know-what-I’m-wanting going on.

This looks different on a wall. I swear. It doesn’t look like Exorcist puke.

I may be a bit OCD. What would be perfect is the color of my robe. I swear I’m not going to have them match the color of my robe, because that would be nuts…I swear, I’m not going to…

Dammit. Be right back…