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I think 'paint the bathroom' has been on our to-do list since the day we moved into the house. It wasn't ugly or anything, it just needed to be done. Especially after I tore the shower wall down one night trying to find the source of a wet spot on the dining room ceiling. Cowabunga.

Like a lot of things that involve work, however, this task went neglected. This may be because the bathroom didn't really need repainting, or, more likely, because I didn't want to repaint anything, regardless of its need. Oh, we talked a lot about it, and one time we even went as far as going and getting a bunch of those little paint samples to see what we liked, but deep down I knew I was kidding myself thinking it would ever really happen.

Well today we got our act together and got it done. Ceiling, walls, the whole kit and caboodle. What once was green now is blue. What once was white, is still, well, white.

For the most part it went well, yet not unlike those new 7-layer nachos at the Bell, it's a little unsettling to have a different color room in the house. I don't know if it's a feng shui thing or a tai chi thing or a house entropy thing or maybe just some non-related disturbance in the force, but I don't trust the new room. I'm sure I'll grow to love it and all, but for now, I'm keeping it on probation.