Enough With the Gray Already


I'm grayed out.

I look out the window day after day and all I see is gray.

I look down at my hands typing and they look gray. I look in the mirror and my hair is gray, my eyes are gray, my lips are gray.

I look in my kitchen which is normally blues and reds and creams and all I see is gray. I make a grilled cheese sandwich and it's gray; the bread is gray and the cheese is gray.

I look on the dining room table where a vase filled with fresh flowers sits, and each flower, from rose to lily, is gray.

I look in my front yard and realize my specimen tree -- a miniature, red, split-leaf, japanese maple must be renamed to miniature, gray, split-leaf japanese maple.

My golden retrievers are no longer golden..they are now gray retrievers.

My pink grapefruit, sectioned and ready to eat is a gray grapefruit.

I brush my teeth and when I'm done I notice that my teeth are gray.

My freshly polished nails, polished with Sally Hanson Cherries Jubilee Red, are Cherries Jubilee Gray.

My belly button is gray.

My pink flipflops have flipflopped into gray.

My mood is gray and I search hundreds and hundreds of CDs to find one that plays in color: Even Jimmy Buffett sings in gray today.

I talk on the phone with a friend and it's a gray conversation.

I look at my kitty and he looks gray. (That's okay though since he is a gray cat.)

I look at the bananas hanging limply from the absurd banana hanger I have sitting on the kitchen counter and they are all gray.

The recently acquired papercut on my left index finger is still weeping a bit of gray blood onto my gray keyboard.

Gray rain is flooding my basement and causing me to Wet Vac my little gray heart out until either the rain stops or I build myself a gray ark and sail away.

My world is gray.

My tears are gray.

Rain rain go away.