A Little Pop

The walls of the common areas of our house are all different shades of brown.  Brown brown brown.  Everywhere.  I hate it.  So after a quick three years of hating it, I finally decided to make some changes.

We have a 3/4 wall between the kitchen and living room, so I decided to paint the living room side of it red:

Fine and dandy.

I decided to paint the kitchen side of the wall blue, but I wanted a brighter blue.  Travis was concerned it was going to look like toothpaste.  I told him not to worry.  About 1/3 of the way into painting, I sent him a text informing him he was right and I was wrong and I hated it.  Knowing my constant and instant rejection to change, he replied, "Maybe you just need to let it dry and let it grow on you a little.  No picutre though?"

So I sent him a picture when it was done:

He did not respond.  At all.  So after about 20 minutes of radio silence, I sent "Your lack of response is speaking volumes."  He replied, "Just letting it dry and grow on me a little."  Funny man.

Alex, on the other hand, LOVES it.  He came home from school, walked in, dramatically dropped his backpack, and slowly walked through the kitchen staring at the walls and saying, "O...M...G...omg.  OMG!"  And when I asked if those were good or bad "omg's"?  "Good.  Those are good omg's.  I love it.  It's my favorite color ever.  Good job Mom."