After a year in Ward Manor, The Wife is starting to decide on painting. She’s contracted out the stairs, which is smart. The contractor’s wife came over to select colors for the stairs. As well as the rest of the house. I’m kinda listening as The Wife and the color person are going through various shades of gray for the downstairs.
Me: ”Wait, did you say there’s a shade called Dorian Gray?”
Color Lady: “Um, yeah.”
Me: ”What does it suck the life out of us to look freshly painted?”
Nervous laughter. I don’t think Color Lady got the reference. Which is a common thing.