I was going to hold off on posting another pic of my lavatory, but the shiny newness of BOTH the window and the paint job made me (and hear I’m paraphrasing California’s governor), it made me feel like I was coming…with a man (insert appropriate accent/bad impression here).

Check out the gams on that sweetie (OK, I know that makes no sense, but look):

Again by way of comparison:

You can’t really tell from a picture, but the tiles are a cold white (your basic stock white tiles) and the walls are a warm white with an obvious yellow base (I would link to the color–Glidden’s “Linen,” but they’re too chicken to post neutrals, since monitors lie. However, Glidden does have a color called “Newborn,” a light pinkish, beigey kind of hue, which seems quite wrong somehow all up in the nomenclature.)

P.S. the title of this post is intended as psychological warfare against M., as the box that was delivered sits and taunts me until December 25 (or he gets here on 12/23 and I am able to persuade him in person that waiting is unnecessary). I mean really, even if you open something early it’s still a surprise, and 12/25 is just a date on a calendar. Fascist.