It all started a week ago. ( I wanted to say "On a cold windy rainy night as lightning struck all around") My wife asked if I would paint the kitchen before Christmas. Wisely, I said I would. (I'm not stupid) We went to buy paint but when we got there - it was really raining hard. My wife said she would rather wait in the truck and gave me a page out of a magazine with the color circled so they could use that color matching machine to make the 2 gallons I would need. Simple enough. Even I could do that I thought, and then she won't have the chance to drag me thru the plants and every other non-interesting department. For a little place in time I actually thought I was ahead in the game. Off I went with the magic color page under my coat and a smile on my face. I gave the guy in the paint dept. the magic page, told him what kind of paint I wanted and while he was busy doing what he had to do - I walked around in the tool dept. and had a nice 15 or 20 minuits just looking at Guy stuff. This was the LAST peaceful time for the next God only knows how long. I went to pick up my paint. The guy compared the paint color to the magic magazine page and then asked me "How does it look?" I started to sweat a little. And then for some unknown reason I could hear myself say "Looks good to me" thanks, paid for the paint and went back out in the storm. Right now, some of you reading this are thinking "How could he be that stupid" and "No guy can pick out paint colors for his wife". You would be 100% correct on both of them. I thought I was trained well enough to handle small chores on my own. Was I ever wrong! I got back out to the truck and my wife scrutinized the magic color page and the small smear on the paint can lid in the glorious rays from the trucks dome light and instantly announced that "The color is not correct" (Here is where a wise man would smile and say "You are right - I'm sorry") I chose instead to try to explain that it will look different when it is on the wall and dry. (This little tidbit of information should never be used by anyone - anytime but my honor was at stake, I was sweating again, and I panicked) Never try logic! The ride home was rather quiet. At home, my wife mentioned that the color wasn't right - no more than 12,639 times.and I stuck with my original "Wait till it's done - It will look great" lie. For the next couple days, I patched and painted the entire kitchen. Looked good to me. Notice that I said ME . It was now five days till Christmas and WE were back at the paint dept. buying 2 more gallons of paint that was mixed specifically to her uncanny vision. My wife was correct and I now realize that my "Color matching ability" will forever be limited to camo. This story isn't over but I've got to get back to painting.