So you were expecting a picture of a painted house, you thought maybe you were going to read about the hallway color, no you are not, there is big trouble in little Rhody. The house was finished being primed as of Saturday, I am mortified that I have been through 2 more batches of color and I am not sorted out with the color, the Minister of Paint is disgusted with me but not more than I am with myself. Called up my best favorite gay from Manhattan and he drove up to the rescue. We drank too much, visited antique and thrift stores all the while looking at house colors and it was decided that in fact my commitment issues were preventing me from choosing colors. Feel like puking.
