P.S. Who the heck is that???

Okay, so now I just happened to scroll to the bottom of the page and there is a woman laying on a couch. She wasn't there when I downloaded it. What the ...!!!

Ugh, I'll hit the drawing board again in a day or so... Maybe I'll find something with pumpkins, after all tomorrow September begins.

Yay September!

Noo noo noo noo, noo noo noo noo

[to the tune of the Twilight Zone theme]

Was grappling with a conundrum at the Behr paint wall in Home Depot today. Was trying to find the right complementary blue for the office palette. The one in hand was too blue, too true blue... too baby nursery blue. I had a chip from Glidden that would work but I'm not a fan of how their paint goes on the wall. I know Behr could do a custom match but I still wasn't convinced I couldn't find an "off the shelf" hue.

Next to me is a man and his daughter. He is at the Behr compute matching kiosk thingy. He has one color card in hand and yells out to his daughter the number of the next card they needed for their project. He says "730E" to her. "What?!" she asks. "730E!" he directs more loudly (no agitation in the tone, simply louder). The girl breezes past me, speed reading the Behr equivalent to the Dewey Decimal system until she finds and snags the card her dad ordered up.

Meanwhile, I am sliding my Glidden sample over the Behr cards muttering what quite possibly sounded like the home improvement version of Goldilocks & The Three Bears. This one's too blue. This one's too teal. As I gravitate to the last section of blues... This one's just right! The perfect steely yet earthy spa blue I've been looking for. Card number 730E.

Creepy coincidence or divine hand in color match? You decide.

Officer, I swear it was an accident.

I have had a pretty bad cold for the past few days. Seriously bad, raw spot on my nose bad (from blowing/wiping)--this is a first.

One the way home from work yesterday, I was finally starting to perk up a bit and it was positively gorgeous outside so I had all the windows down and the roof open for the commute home. All was well and good until I hit the highway, I had not properly calculated the air currents rolling through my vehicle nor reconciled them to the mass of the stack of used Kleenexes (a proprietary eponym and a victim of genericide) and out the windows they floated and flew.

Making me... a litterer. At least my tabs are current.

The upcoming rain eases my conscience that they won't become part of home for some adorable woodland creature or bird.