I love to paint. Not the paint-a-picture kind (although I like that too), but the roller wall kind. You could say I was an enthusiastic painter, but you could never say I was good at it. Hubs can paint an entire room and only get a few drops on himself. I can't paint a door without getting completely covered. So when I suggested I help with the painting, Hubs assured me he had it all under control. After 18 years, he knows my skills well.
So tonight when I met him at the Whoville house, I was delighted that he said he needed me to paint. With a roller! Then he told me where: The garage. Who paints inside the garage?! I think he just wanted me out of his hair, but I didn't care! I grabbed my roller and got to work. A while later, my one little wall was covered, and so was I.
So I went to give the ceiling in the girl's room a quick spray. At some point there was an over enthusiastic moment on the top bunk, and they knocked down a patch of popcorn ceiling. So, I grabbed the sprayer aimed it like I'd seen Hubs do several times, and shot. PTHTHTHTHTH! The thing went crazy! It wouldn't shut off! So, screaming all the while, I aimed it at the floor. Getting a stripe down the wall. And the window. And the floor.....the just cleaned floor.
Sigh.
I'm just not a good painter.
But it sure is fun!
Friday, June 10, 2011
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2 comments:
HA! I could just picture it. Did you get "the look"?
I don't suppose you have a photo?
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