No, I’m not blogging about that ridiculous book.
I’m talking about paint chips, folks! Do you know how many shades of gray paint can be found at Home Depot? Between Behr and Glidden, there has to be at least sixty of them.
And what was I doing at Home Depot in the middle of a weekday afternoon? Well, Banjo Man informed me that he wants to change the paint color in the Man Cave. Great idea, said I. No problem. Go for it.
Banjo Man: Can you go to Home Depot right now and get some paint? I want to get it done before the kids get here.
Me: I need to get dressed. And then I’ll go get paint chips and we can see what looks best.
Banjo Man: What color?
Me: I don’t know. I have to think about it.
Banjo Man hates when I say that. I thought his head would explode, so I offered, “I’m thinking…a soft gray.”
Banjo Man, frowning: What makes gray soft?
Me: I don’t know, but it means hopefully it won’t look like the inside of an aircraft carrier. Just wait and see.
He agreed that gray would look nice and go with what is in the room now, but because of his particular color blindness, he thinks everything blue, brown and taupe is a shade of green. It has made for some rather unpleasant arguments over the years.
So I headed off to Home Depot to see what I could find, hurried home to tape a bunch of paint chips to the wall, then began the process of elimination. Banjo Man was surprisingly cooperative with the slow pace of the selection process.
And so, without malice or hurt feelings and in the spirit of cooperation, we agreed on a shade called “Silver Bullet”. I hope it looks nice, but my attitude is the same as when I go to the hairdresser to get my hair cut: Whatever happens is better than what I have now, so anything will be an improvement!”