It was an accident. And smooches to God for not letting our house catch on fire.
Needless to say…grease fires are dangerous. And apparently my chicken marinade is really oily. My boyfriend is usually on top of keeping the house, the cars, and the grill in top-notch cleanliness. Yes, I married a mutant. Love you baby! But we had forgotten about the time we made 70 lbs of grilled poultry for the ladies at our church. So it was a complete surprise when we were firing up the grill to find that it got hotter than a latin dance competition. Muy Caliente! Before we knew it, smoke was pouring out the back of the grill. And even though the grill was away from the house, our siding got the brunt of the Kenmore’s temper tantrum…and was loaded down with grease & soot. But no matter how much we scrubbed, the white paint still looked dingy. So I have been dreaming of a new paint job.
The picture above is the original…pre-photoshop version. Kinda like American Idol’s Bikini Girl during Hollywood week. And then the next ones are when she returns
to sing horribly….oh…was I the only one listening while gaping at Kara’s abs? Boys – you need to learn how to multitask that way you could oogle and hear the trainwreck for the finale.
So which one do you like better? Is the blue-gray too dark? Is the brown too dirty looking? Is the green like a third nipple and just weird? Or do you think that maybe we should just stick to white?
Repainting our house isn’t in the hopper right now – but a girl can dream, right? I mean, the Bikini Girl probably had Pussycat Doll dreams about growing up. Well world, exterior paint color is my version of tah-tahs. (boys everywhere are disoriented and confused right now, huh?)