Hank and the Amazing Technicolor Deck

Well, the Hills now have the right pool , the right kinda swimmin dog and a deck. Are they satisfied yet? OOOOOH noooo the Hills can never let anything stay the same for more than a week. They have a plain wood deck, sealed with waterproofing applied by Hank's handy-dandy new power painter (which he likes to use at 7 a.m., the earliest our city ordinance says you can use power equipment) but what that backyard needed was color! --I guess the three different colors of shingles on their garage wasn't enough. So, first they go out and buy a lovely shade of paint to match the house trim. I call it mental institute green- you know, that nice calming pastel minty baby poop green. Out comes the powerpainter and the deck is now green. EGAD!!!! That is uglier then we imagined says Hank's wife; and is soon as it was dry, another trip to the paint store for a nice neutral battleship gray. I'm guessing Cotton must have picked that color, since it reminded him of his glory days on the ships in the marines. Well, now that was too bland. The next sunny day I looked out my kitchen window (I keep the curtains closed most of the time, but sometimes I peek out just to watch the madness) and damn if that deck wasn't being painted blue. Three paint jobs and one sealing later, they finally stuck with it. Only trouble house , the Hills had a white house with mental institute green trim. The next weekend, ole Hank once again had his trusty power painter out at 7 in the morning painting the entire house battleship gray with blue trim.
But the side of his garage that faces our yard is still white and green with 3 different color shingles.

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