That Time My Hubs Chose a Paint Color

And the windows are in terrible condition.  And is that toothpaste smeared on the wall?  Girls.

I wanted to paint the bathroom a pale, blush pink that tied in the blue floors and new shower curtain.  But I DID NOT WANT PASTEL.  Dusty, not pastel.  I narrowed it down to two colors and asked Greg which one.  (Note: I was leaning toward a white with pink blush undertone). And he indicated "that I should choose the one with color in it" (i.e. the other one).  So I did. Like a sucker.

And it's pastel.  Not just pastel, but the glowing neon kind of pink.

When Greg got home last night, I asked him to have a look at the bathroom and he began laughing hysterically.  "It's awful!" he says.  

Oh, now it's on.  "YOU CHOSE THE COLOR!", I point out.  Well, then he says that he hated both of the colors that I chose.  Thanks, Greg.  Thanks for pointing that out WHEN IT'S TOO LATE.  Oh, then he says that if I need help choosing other paint colors just ask because he's recently become a color expert.  So I toss him the paint book and tell him to choose the colors for the exterior trim that I've been obsessing over.  And he chooses a blue (ahem,  think primary color blue) with a gray green.  

Mmmm, hmmm.  Color expert. 

Anyway, this morning the color does look better.  But from noon on it turns into the glowing neon.  Therefore, I will only look at the bathroom in the morning.