If only it were Haagen Dazs

So. One of the downsides of a hot water heater being graciously installed in one of our showers while we were gone (can I tell you what a heavenly experience a hot shower upon demand can be?): A house that is painted with a strong likeness to an ice-cream treat.

Here, in the same land where the ice cream truck plays "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" year-round, apparently getting the same lovely orange color we got when we moved (we'd originally asked for butter yellow?) was not an option. So pink was the clear choice for...the bottom half only. Hmm.

Oliver says all we need now is light green on the top, and we're living in a carton of rainbow sherbet! Wow!

...Indeed.

P.S. Dear Hot Shower,
You are so worth it.
With love and affection,
Janel