Gray

I love gray. I would say that about 75% of my wardrobe is gray. We are about to paint our living room gray. Over the holidays, my brother in law pointed out that Estlin wore gray the entire weekend. What does this say about me? I don't usually like gray skies, though, so I guess that's something.

Speaking of colors, today while Olivia was swinging she informed me that her favorite color is pink and that she also likes red, green, white, blue, and on and on and on. Estlin let me know that his favorite color is "pupple" and his favorite food is bananas.

My mood has been a bit gray lately, which I'm not so fond of. This afternoon we decided to go outside since it was warm and the sun was out and I noticed an almost instant change in my mood. I'm definitely a warm climate person. Last month I went to Boston with my close friend Jen and we stood outside of the House of Blues for an hour and 15 minutes waiting to get in to see NKOTB. We were standing in so much snow and my feet were completely frozen, I thought my hands had frostbite, and I told myself "Self, you will never, ever live in a cold climate." So there.

Remind me that I said that when I start complaining about the heat this summer.