Paint Intervention

Last night, our neighbors stepped in for a little intervention.  They were tired of hearing us yakety yak about paint colors over the fence.  "Too band-aidy?"  "Too peach?"  "Too muddy?" It got to them and they took action, as good neighbors often do.  A godlike voice came to us as we discussed the beigeness of it all.  "Can we come over and see?"  "God, yes," the SJG pleaded.  "Come tell us what to do."  And so, the lovely Denise, the handsome, strapping Mike and the adorable toddler Bradley entered through the side gate and started sharing their thoughts.  Denise liked the one that went a little peach.  Mike gave her a tender look of, "You're wrong.  Beautiful, but wrong."  Bradley liked the rocks on the side of the house.  Mike pointed to Terracotta Sand and with great authority, said, "That's the one," as though it were a fait accompli.  He told us why Terracotta Sand worked and why the others failed.  It had to do with lighting and contrast and roof tiles.  "Terracotta Sand," we said.  "Terracotta Sand," he said.  That's the one, alright.  Till we change our minds again.