"Her colors are pink and pink."

Ran errands today--it was exciting. Or not. Drugstore, pet store, Foam Teapot. The Annex will be Happiness Patrol Pink. That's not what *they* call the color, but it's what *I* call the color. Heh.

I have not done any holiday shopping. This is on purpose. And I am a lot happier because of it.

It is sunny, which is a good thing, even though the wind chill is 5F at the moment.

There is a social event tonight which I am not attending, and then another one that I really would like to attend but don't know about yet. We'll see how I survive painting.

My neighbor across the street is mowing his lawn. *shakes head*

Now I must change into painting clothes and descend to cover walls with "Pink Bliss".

It is done.

I was distressed to learn that Latin does not actually have a word that specifically means "pink", thus, I am reduced to "Veni, vidi, pingo." Instead of "Veni, vidi, *I painted it pink*." Because "pink" is a modern concept (the Romans would have considered it red). But "ruber" does not quite convey the extreme pinkness of which I speak.

Wow, is it pink. It's like being inside a chunk of Dubble Bubble.

And there is leftover Indian food in the oven, and a cat draped across my lap. And I might go downstairs and just chill out and watch something. Or not.