well, that's hot.

So I've lived in the same house now for almost three years (which in itself is a record) and it's always looked sort of like this. I mean, a while ago the landlord showed up and tacked on the burgunday shutters on the front windows, but it's been white for many years now. From where the paint is chipping off the garage, it is apparent that the house used to be burgundy, but now it's white. White:



White, white, white white white.

Then, two days ago, us three remaining occupants woke up and there were two ugly men in ill-fitting shirts doing something to the outside of the house that required, for reasons still unknown to us hungover inhabitants, scraping and pounding and belching and listening to Kelly Clarkson on the radio. And all of this started at eight in the morning, and it was LOUD. LOUD LOUD LOUD.

And then the house was cream. Cream cream cream.



Doesn't that look great? I especially like that all the trim is still white. And the door, and the window frames. You know what matches cream, don't you? White. And my favorite part:



They painted the house numbers the same color as the house. They didn't paint the mailbox, or the ugly little black eagle above the front door. But the house numbers. You know, the little numbers THAT INDICATE WHAT NUMBER HOUSE ON THE STREET THE HOUSE IS. Those don't need to be visible from more than two inches away! Let's paint them cream!

Ah.