Over the weekend I decided that I needed a change.  You know, it’s not enough that I’m in the process of changing everything about the way I eat and drink to try to improve my health.  So I went out and got me a nice gallon of paint.  I was so excited to get it on the walls this afternoon after a looooong and stressful day at work today.  I was so proud of myself, I  prepped, removed the kick boards, vacuumed the area, set everything up properly, and got started.  The more I painted, the more I realized that there was no way in hell I could leave this paint color on the walls in my house.  I always hate that.  I spent twenty or so bucks on a gallon of what I was SURE was the perfect color.  And the more I put on the walls the more I realize that it so IS NOT the perfect color that’s it ridiculous.  And then I held up the paint chip and came to the sad realization that it matches the little card damned near perfectly, so I can’t even blame the dude at the paint desk.  Once I finished my first coat and got my old color completely covered, I had to haul my butt back out for a new color.  At least the second time I was smart enough to bring home some of the little sample tubs rather than a whole gallon.  I currently have two two hues drying for some serious morning paint inspection.  I’m hoping I made better choices this time around, and only the morning light will tell.