My younger daughter decided that she wanted her room painted — and she selected a Martha Stewart puke green paint. Not only am I hugely offended that we spent our money (or, more accurately, that my wife spent our money) on anything which enriches Miss Stewart, I despise the puke green color. Not only is it on the walls, it is on the freaking ceiling!
But, it’s a teenager’s room, so, despite the fact that I hate the color (and said so), I’m not going to object. I did, unfortunately, have to do some of the painting (meaning: the ceiling) myself: I’m 6′ 2″ tall, where Mrs Pico is 5′ tall.
Mrs Pico is working today, and I had to put the second coat (of a paint guaranteed to cover in one coat) on the ceiling. That’s done now, and my torment is over.
My younger daughter told me that Mrs Pico likes the color, and wants to use it on the living room! I stressed to my daughter to tell Mrs Pico that her husband would be upset, very upset, if he came home one day and found that she had started painting the living room walls this puke green.
Have I mentioned yet that I hate green paint?