Booger

Got the butternut installed. Laying in baseboards. I painted the back wall of this room today. Mark and I project the computer screen on this wall. The wall is actually in a closet which is no longer a closet. Anyhow, I wanted to paint it before putting down the baseboard.

I'm pretty good about keeping the old paint cans around so I can get the numbers for a match. In the attic, I found every color I've ever used except the one I needed. That's normal. I also searched my blog for paint since I actually wrote the numbers down. Obviously, but not to me initially, searching for "paint" was ridiculous. I actually think I wrote the number on my stupid ignorant Palm Pilot (which I'm sorry for ever recommending to anybody). It died the only time I ever really needed it after that awful evacuation from Rita. Yeah I know, backups are easy... just sync! Sheez.

I know, and didn't-don't believe, Home Depot can match colors if you bring something in, so I chipped a piece off of a corner where it was already chipping.

The lady told me she could get "close".

She must have zeroed in on a finger stain or embedded booger. My wall went from tan to a tannish-blue-green-gray... or is it green? I'm calling it booger.

By "close", I think she meant she could do a "Quincy" and do some kind of autopsy on that little chip. Shouldn't they take an average over the sample?

Anyways, it actually looks good. Calvin Klein might have called it "Mist Emerald" or just "Me".

Without realizing that it was really different I did some patchwork on some stains in the livingroom. There's booger wipe all over now.

Since it is a livable color, and now that I have the number, I suppose I can unify the whole house in booger.