I am "Colorful"

I have a niece Monica.  Growing up she was very athletic and a bit “Tom-boyish”.  She was not impressed that I was very successful. She was not impressed that I had just been featured on Oprah.  She was not impressed that we had our own plane.  She thought we were nothing alike.  So one day I said, “So Monica, what do you think about me.”  At nine years old, she paused, took a deep breathe and said, “Well Auntie, you are colorful!  I loved it .  It will be on my tombstone.  And from that day, I realized that I could never be “beige”. That does not mean I can’t wear beige --I just don’t want to be beige.  Get it?  Oh, as an editorial comment, I did impress her shortly thereafter.  No it was not my business success, it was that she found out I can throw a pretty mean softball.   Oh but don’t confuse that with any athletic ability.  Trust me you’ll be hearing about my recent golf lesson. Disaster!!!!