Paint-chip paralysis

I'm painting my bathroom under duress. In an attempt to refinance my house, I have an appraisal scheduled this week and a wall of my bathroom with paint damage has to be repainted. I like the color I have now (a pretty, eggshell blue--it's relaxing, and who doesn't need a little relaxation when you look in the mirror first thing in the morning?), but I'd like to go a little darker.

I have a bazillion paint chips on my desk. They all have great names. 

• French Court
• Windsurf
• Twilight
• Blue Suede
• Faded Denim

After awhile, they all look the same. It's all just blue, and I can't even see it anymore. And time is of the essence. I need to make a decision and get the stuff on the walls tomorrow.

So I grabbed my favorite chip and a chip that most closely resembles the paint I have now and approached Beau.

The first thing I said was "We can agree that this is the color on my bathroom walls now, right?"

I got a blank look. "I don't know."

Doesn't know? He's been coming to my house for years. My bathroom has always been that color. Doesn't know?!?

He spied the bewildered look in my eye and quickly changed his answer to "Sure."

Then I asked if paint-chip number two would be a good accent color.

"Um, yeah."

I walked away. He's pretty much the only other person who sees that bathroom anyway; if I'm happy with it, the world will continue to turn. :)