My brother and I (who live together) are fighting tooth and nail over what color to paint our living room and kitchen. My brother, who is insane, thinks they should be Butter; I, who am not insane, or at least not when it comes to paint colors, know they must be Golden Straw.

It is a testament to David's loyalty as a friend that, when asked which one he thought was best, he chose Golden Straw before he even knew it was the one I preferred.

If this were the nineteenth century, I could have my brother involuntarily committed to a lunatic asylum and paint the rooms whatever color I wanted.