Aha! She came back from town today bearing paint samples. She intends to paint our bedroom. Her good news is that our visitors are coming to help. All of this will happen while I’m at work, and she was only thinking about my knee. (Which is on the mend.)
Isn’t that nice of her?
The colors she chose are red and green. She has the idea of painting one wall a different color than the rest. It’s going to look like a Christmas present in there when she’s finished.
I argued for some nice neutral color where all the walls are the same. Men will understand this next bit… It was like – I wasn’t even speaking – at all. I suppose I should shut up about it. She liked 50 Shades of Grey, and it could become a red room of pain.
I had something else in mind. I think this is good:
She wasn’t impressed in the least little bit.