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<blockquote data-quote="steelfingers" data-source="post: 3141436" data-attributes="member: 38658">Spoken like a true painter.&nbsp; I think it was a year ago, my wife decided that the guest bedroom needed a change...like a different color paint.&nbsp; The old paint (if you can consider 2 year old paint old) looked great and perfect.&nbsp; My wife scares the crap out of me so I told her to buy the paint she wanted.&nbsp; My house has crown molding corner blocks and the works.&nbsp; I finish all my painting with an artist brush because I&#039;m anal as hell.Anyway, she picked the color (I wasn&#039;t crazy about it but ok), I moved all the furniture and covered the floor, taped off all the trim and so on.&nbsp;&nbsp; Wife probably looked at the paint about 10 times that night before.&nbsp; Saturday came bright and early and I prepared the paint for the first coat.&nbsp; Wife came in and I ran her right out.&nbsp; I don&#039;t like the way she paints and I have ocd.&nbsp; She came in occasionally as I moved slowly from wall to wall.&nbsp; When I was almost half finished with the last wall, she tells me she hates it.&nbsp; I asked &quot;hate what&quot;?&nbsp; She told me the color.Like any beat down husband of decades of scars and sorrow, I asked why the hell did she not say that on the first wall?No response.&nbsp; A real man would have told her to live with it.&nbsp; The King of the Castle would have lost a screw and explained the amount of work has gone into it and how it can&#039;t be changed.&nbsp; But I&#039;m neither.&nbsp; I told her to go pick up the color she wanted and I would redo it Sunday.It was the same color we had.Some of you would say I have to turn in my man card, but that thing was suspended after the wedding.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="steelfingers, post: 3141436, member: 38658"] Spoken like a true painter. I think it was a year ago, my wife decided that the guest bedroom needed a change...like a different color paint. The old paint (if you can consider 2 year old paint old) looked great and perfect. My wife scares the crap out of me so I told her to buy the paint she wanted. My house has crown molding corner blocks and the works. I finish all my painting with an artist brush because I'm anal as hell. Anyway, she picked the color (I wasn't crazy about it but ok), I moved all the furniture and covered the floor, taped off all the trim and so on. Wife probably looked at the paint about 10 times that night before. Saturday came bright and early and I prepared the paint for the first coat. Wife came in and I ran her right out. I don't like the way she paints and I have ocd. She came in occasionally as I moved slowly from wall to wall. When I was almost half finished with the last wall, she tells me she hates it. I asked "hate what"? She told me the color. Like any beat down husband of decades of scars and sorrow, I asked why the hell did she not say that on the first wall? No response. A real man would have told her to live with it. The King of the Castle would have lost a screw and explained the amount of work has gone into it and how it can't be changed. But I'm neither. I told her to go pick up the color she wanted and I would redo it Sunday. It was the same color we had. Some of you would say I have to turn in my man card, but that thing was suspended after the wedding. [/QUOTE]

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