Kevin and I were debating house colors last night, yet again, and I completely lost it. Somehow it spiralled into a whole set of other stuff, ending with something like "do you really love me?" and "so why are you with me, anyway?" (Implied continuation of sentence: "...if you don't even trust me to pick nice colors for a house??!!") Hysterical tears for at least half an hour. Kev was fairly bewildered, but managed to calm me down eventually. After almost 18 years, you'd think he'd be done dealing with this nonsense, but apparently not. Poor guy.
Life lesson, kids: Don't try to choose house colors when you're utterly exhausted.
Like Calvin, I like life lessons that I can't apply to anything else.