Tipsy and high on paint fumes
January 12, 2008 – 11:55 pmFolks, I am seeing orange. Literally seeing orange. Not a metaphor or homonym or whatever. Hanging out at Sarah’s house tonight, trying to stay positive post 1/11 (email me if you don’t understand the reference), we decided to paint her daughter’s bedroom. Iris is one of the few little girls I have ever met whose favorite color is orange. So here we are, drinking red wine and painting her room something darker than creamsicle but lighter than tangerine.
Sorry this blog is so pathetic. I’m tipsy and tired and talking to Sarah’s husband at the same time. Better post tomorrow. I promise
