It Paynes me to say...

Sitting there admiring how my new paints fit perfectly into my brush box, and thinking about my conversation with Ant about Paynes Grey, I decided to open it and have a look. I took off the foil lining and smudged a bit on some white paper only to find......

IT'S GREY!!

GREY!!

(I realise some of you may now be saying "Um, yeah, it's called Paynes grey isn't it?"

Like my Hubby did when I shoved the paper at him later.
"Look at this!" I cried.
"It's grey" Hubby replies.
"It's SUPPOSED to be a deep blue!" I say rolling my eyes. Uncultured hillbilly....
"Why is it supposed to be blue if it's called Grey?" the uncultured one asks.
"Cause that's what it's called" I say.

I will have to MAKE the Paynes Grey. So now, a little LESS happy with my new paints.

Hubby came back from the "Nuts and Bolts place" with a heap of storage containers he got for free. They were being thrown away after they went through the floods. There is nothing wrong with them. They are only covered in mud and muck from the flood water. So guess who washed each one, by hand? They were gross, and smelly. I used commercial strength germ killer on them to. I am having the little red ones and any of the blue ones Hubby has left over after he sorts out his workshop. There are also a heap of rectangular containers we can use for all sorts of things.

In other news...
We are moving.
That's right. MOVING!!! GGRRR!!!
We rent privately and the landlord wants to put the rent up by $100 a fortnight! Which is well beyond our means. So we have decided to move (Unless he can come up with a better amount).
What we have been thinking about though, is leaving this town altogether and settling in a small town further up north. It's a nice country town with lovely older houses (which Hubby and I both adore) and REALLY CHEAP RENT! Also, Hubby's dad has a block of land there, with a large shed on it. So we can store stuff, and have the bus there and work on it. Way more convenient. We have gone into moving mode and have been sorting things into what we are keeping, what will be sold in a garage sale, and what's for the bin. I emptied six boxes while Hubby struggled through his Bottomless box of computer cables.
So we are going to be super busy for the next few weeks. Unless the landlord comes to us with a better offer.

I was tagged some time ago from my  Ant who gave me this: I Count on you Award. I am supposed to answer this question:
"Do your witty answers pop instantly into your head when you read the post with an immediate urge to hit the comment button or do you have to sit and ponder?"

Well, it all depends. Honestly, most times I just comment and click the button. But in a situation which garners more of a thoughtful reply, I do sit and ponder. Sometimes I might even go research something before replying, so I get my info right. Other times, if I'm supped up on painkillers or a little vino then whatever pops into my head is what you're going to get, be it weird, silly, stupid, insane, or plain disturbing.