Do you know how hard it is sometimes to just show up here and be expected to know what to write about? I ask the question not for sympathy, but rather as a warning as I am not sure what is about to come out of my fingers for this blog post. Creativity and I have been at somewhat of a standstill recently. Sometimes I think that’s what happens after one eats too many giant bowls of Chili. I know this only because I have eaten a giant bowl of Chili for what seems to be five days straight. I just can’t help myself, it’s just so good. And I realize it’s probably the least womanly thing to eat, but in the scheme of how much I care about what people say women should eat my radar is at a negative two.
because I’m all about that meat….bout’ that meat, no veggies
In other news, we had a painter accidentally paint the front door of our house yellow. While yellow is a great color [see blog name], the exterior of our home is currently an orange brick. Do you all know how good yellow and orange look together on an exterior of a house? Exactly, I puked too. It turns out when you tell a painter that you want your front door painted they assume you mean the front of the door and not the back. Most people would see this as common knowledge, I see this as just another example of how men should know what us women mean at all times and act accordingly. FOR THE LOVE OF. Long story short the front of the front door is now a deep purple because why not, husbands love deep purple front doors! The bad news to this story is that the back of the front door is now yellow [per my original request] and I think I might hate it. I can’t let this fact be known to anybody because hello, I chose it, but yikes. I’m pretty sure that this was God’s way of reminding me that now matter how much I can trick people into thinking I know what I am doing via home photos on Instagram, I have absolutely no idea what I am doing in the home interior department and should never be given the responsibility of choosing a paint color ever again.
Well this is a weird feeling. It almost appears that I just compiled a blog post that is mostly words and not a ton of pictures. Quite honestly, I didn’t think I had it in me anymore.
Somebody quick, come paint another door the wrong color before I run out of things to talk about.