i shall paint it

That's pretty much my solution to everything ugly -- except for people -- no amount of paint helps ugly people. They just end up being ugly people with paint all over them.

As I have proclaimed today Ugly Wednesday, I'm really quite proud of myself right now after painting the porch steps a light shade of Yosemite Sand. Although my pride was somewhat diminished when I found out the hard way that there is a Consume By date on dairy products for a reason. Paint splattered and disgusted, I left my doomed ice cream in the kitchen until I heard Him yell,

"Who had clam chowder?"

"No, that's just ice cream."

[Gagging sounds are heard -- he clearly bent down to smell it]

"Jesus, Kat! What the hell is this!"

"Expired whipped cream, that's why I didn't eat it." said very matter-of-factly.

[More gagging]

I sympathized with Him. Heck, I even empathized with Him. I know how it is when you feel like hurling your Rocky Road.

I have been sitting here forever, trying to pull one word -- just one word -- out of my useless vocabulary bin in order to convey to you, the reader, how ugly things have been today. But — words cannot express.

And that's a very, very good thing.