That, ladies and gentlemen, is the new color of my living room. Saturday was Paint Like Crazy day! Once we decided on a general color, I spent half an hour at the hardware store poring over paint chips, until finally I found the perfect shade, and decided to get it in a satin finish. Reaffirming my desire to get a job naming colors, the hardware store guy walked up to me with two gallon cans and asked, "Are these your satin 'Ruby Slippers'?" Satin. Ruby. Slippers. I kid you not.
And just so you know, it is taking every ounce of my willpower to not paint two golden lions, rampant, on our fireplace.
Also, Mike beat me to the punch -- we went to Broadway Bares last night. Choruspersons-a-plenty, all stripped or stripping down to their undies, and in some cases to their nothing-at-alls-although-still-covered-by-some-strategic-prop. On top of being a gigantic heap of fun, and fantastic eye candy, shoving money down the underwear of half a dozen Broadway dancers / acrobats / gogo boys is a great way to spend a Sunday night when otherwise I would have been home watching a special on King Arthur (fret not, I taped it to watch later!). We also saw Culture Vulture Jai (Mike peed next to him and then tucked money into his underwear -- the money-tucking, though, happened somewhat later in the evening, when we were supposed to be tipping the performers, not just "Shake it off there, big guy," and shoving a fiver down the man's pants) and then outside we saw Carson! I was half-temped to say hello, but really, what would I have said beyond that? "Umm...you're...funny. And I like....your shoes." Now, if my man TED had walked by, I might not have been able to stop myself from babbling "Ohmygod you're so great and I want to be just like you heeheeheehee" all over him.