I must apologize for being such a blog deadbeat. One of my coworkers quit and they're not replacing her so work is permanently crazy. At school, my group project went so completely to hell that I spent most of our presentation time today mentally composing my grade-grovelling email to the instructor in which I plan to throw myself on his mercy while throwing my group-mates under the bus. (One got called away unexpectedly on business for the last 2 weeks of class, and had to email us an MP3 of his PowerPoint voiceover; the second missed the last week of class; the third did so little that I just gave up and assigned him tasks, and he didn't do them until last night. Just call me Group Asshole.)

And last of all, we closed on our condo Tuesday and are now proud ho-moaners. Hey, did anyone who looked at the pictures notice that one wall of our bedroom is fluorescent spring green? We didn't! And it's in the pictures, so we must've just been blind.

Now begins the process of talking to vendors about our various renovation projects, such as extending the green wall. Also painting it. Also refinishing the floor. Like adopted babies, Chicago home-improvement guys come from all nations except the U.S. Also, they're weird people. One of them sized up the floor, said, "No cooking's been done here," and the next thing we knew he was trying to buy our fireplace off us. "I won't even charge you for the removal," he said. We said no thanks.

Here's one reason why we need to paint:


I mean, I like creative painting as much as the next girl, but I can't ID a single attractive color in that palette, can you? 

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