We were out shopping the other day and we got a new dining set. On the way home we were talking about replacing old furniture and out of the blue the ball and chain says something about the friggin’ “pink” chairs in one of the rooms. I was aghast. Pink? I said the chairs are not freakin’ pink, they are a burnt orange or rust-type color. What ensued was a very loud fight in the car on the interstate, with said ball and chain cackling like a maniacal rooster and me in a flaming red rage. I told him to pull over (yes, on the interstate) because I wanted out of that car.
Well, College Girl was with us. She said the chairs were pink. So I called Available. I said, “You know the chairs in the front living room?” She replied, “The pink ones?” I had a fit. So she asked her sister FBD at whose house she was, and FBD, traitor, concurred with her. Pink.
So then I called Lurch. She said a reddish brown. So I called Stretch. He said brown. So then I called Dolphin Caller. She said, “What? I don’t know – green? Brown?” Good lord.
But this is what pushed me over the edge – it’s no secret that I loathe pink and green together. So when I said, “I would NEVER put pink chairs in a room with green carpet,” and the ball and chain laughed and said, “Well imagine my surprise when you did,” I coulda killed him – the harder he laughed, the angrier I got…
I DIDN’T PICK THAT FURNITURE – HE DID. But I’ll tell you one thing, if those chairs had been pink, I WOULDN’T HAVE LET HIM BUY THEM.
The fight didn’t end there. It just switched gears.
I hate when he pulls out the MD.
He looked up some information on color-blindness for God’s sake! I’m not color blind! But apparently there is a very unusual type of color-blindness that causes a slight shift in red perception.
I say that’s bullshit.
Over and out.
P.S. When I posted this, I got a message saying it was my 1000th post. So, yay me or something. Let’s have cake.