Posted on September 17, 2009 at 12:48pm
We opened the door and the four of us were greeted with a glare approximating the surface of the sun. The wood floor was beautiful actually, top of the line stuff, but it reflected the horrendous yellow of the walls--two shades of yellow, to be precise, above and below a strip of moulding--to a harrowing degree.
"We can always paint," said my girlfriend (Emet, meet Offsprung; Offsprung, Emet), just before her corneas combusted.
Sure, we could always paint, but we'd also… Continue