Painters are Here

The paint has been bought. Tanya, this wonderful artist friend of mine, came over last night and helped me pick the perfect creamy color for the bathroom. The little square looks great against the tile, but the name of the color has me a little worried.

Orange Foam. What image does that conjure up for you? For me it's Push-up Popsicles that my Aunt Jeannie used to get from the Schwanns man. It should look neutralish next to the green tile.. If not then $15 will fix it.

Is it paranoid that I locked the office door while the guys are working in the bathroom? The key is just a little stick of metal and it's sitting on top of the door frame, so the lock is really not any good at all. But, by golly, if they do try that doorknob they will get the satisfaction of knowing I don't trust them no matter how nice I may seem and they'll get to think I'm a fakey-fake-fake.

My fits of paranoia are random. I wasn't paranoid yesterday when the office door was all open and beckoning and I slept on the couch all non-responsive and drooling. Crap. You know they heard me snoring. How embarrassing.

I get sort of weird once in awhile - like the time I was on the computer at 3 in the morning and thought someone had hacked into my Yahoo account so I changed ALLLLLLL of my passwords for everything. In the morning I couldn't log into anything because I couldn't remember any of the new passwords.

I guess that's enough for today on the strange workings on my mind.

One more thing, now I'm worried that the door won't unlock since I've never actually tried the lock before. Oops. I can't exactly go bopping in there and see it the metal stick works, because that would blow my cover. I have created my own conundrum.