NaBloPoMo 2021.4 Getting our house painted and getting asphyxiated

Look, my inspiration right now is on the low side for a couple reasons mainly involving a) paint fumes and b) my new understanding that if you want to lose weight, get someone to wrap up your kitchen cabinets in protective plastic. 

So hangry is my mood ring read out this week.

I told a colleague I was going to show up on a client Zoom call wearing my welding ventilator. No one, including myself, was 100% sure I was kidding. Paint is stinky. There's only so many hours you can sit with your windows wide open when it's 29 degrees outside.

But I was also pretty woozy because my entire diet yesterday consisted of a couple bananas a bag of mixed nuts. It's all I could scavenge that wasn't hermetically sealed. I'm just like my father and my grandmother: hypoglycemia sets in on the quick. Then we go on weird tangents full of bad ideas, bloodletting and night time attacks. We can be a real kick in the teeth. Existentially speaking only, of course.

I think I'm pleased with the paint colors we chose. I guess I better be ok with them. We spent $250 on paint samples and had half our walls covered with options. It was a good thing we had locked down a hard date for the painters to show up, otherwise we could easily have bankrupted ourselves patchwork painting the entire premises, desperately seeking that unicorn shade of griege which doesn't turn tan in some light.

Griege, by the way, is a new word I learned. Everybody's saying it.

Here's what we wound up with:

The kitchen and
a few other walls

Lots of walls

The accent wall