How many of you started reading this post thinking it was criminal justice related? Come on, give it up. You thought this was another political rant, didn’t you?
No friends, this one’s just fluff… a cotton-candy piece, if you will.
What I really want to know is this: has the wiring of the brain of a three-year-old boy gelled enough to pick his own paint color for his room? I ask this because we let him pick, and he picked navy blue… a really dark, navy blue. The color swatch at the hardware store called it “Decadent Blue,” but I call it “an hour after sunset.” Does the boy understand how dark his room’s going to be, and if not – how’s this going to affect our electricity bills?
Well, we actually bought the stuff, and we’ve even put up three coats. And no, we’re still not done. We wanted to paint his room because it was white, and somehow it just seems wrong to leave walls white these days. You might think white is pretty inoffensive, but over time it feels like an emotion retardant. Of course now we’re painting a REALLY dark color over the supreme ruler of all light colors. In every other room we’ve been done after three coats. Hell, some only required two.
I put up number four on a small wall this evening, and I can already see spots that are going to need five.
Oh man is it dark. I just know I’m going to be laying five layers of the lighter stuff any day now.