Life in and of itself

Now that its summer time my lovely mother has now assigned us all a list of chores to do each day. Today my job is to paint the table my TV sits on. The new color is a very dark brown, that should look almost black, so around noon I get to work. I get my paintbrush and spend about two or three minutes mixing the paint. Then I start applying it. Soon I think that there might be something wrong when the paint is not a dark brown, but a bright oarnge. Call mom. She only bought one can of paint, and it should be dark brown. Look at the color on the can. Says its a dark brown. Keep painting. Why do you ask? I don't know. I am at this point questioning my sanity as well. Finish. My table is now a wonderful sunny bright oarnge. What went wrong you ask? Sigh. I don't know.