Where I stood, covered in paint

Ask anyone in my neighborhood, if they’ve seen me recently, I was covered in paint spatters.   Spatters and dabs.   And blotches.   On neat days.   You don’t want to see me on less than neat days.   “The Project” is winding down, and we are painting rooms like mad.   I am a messy person by nature.   I am tired of Mark asking if I got any paint on the walls.   Only once, with a leaky can of yellow paint, did I make what I consider a true mess.   I noticed paint oozing out the bottom of a can, so I picked it up and turned it over for a better look.   It would have worked out well had the lid been on tight.     I think Mark felt bad for me, because the next day he was trying to put the lid on a two gallon can of primer, using his foot.   The lid took off and the foot landed in primer.     You might want to wait until the painting is done and we’ve cleaned the place before you walk into “The Project.”

While doing all this I’ve found some interesting linoleum flooring in closets and under counters, so I stood on it.

0 thoughts on “Where I stood, covered in paint”

  1. Yikes! Sounds like something I’d do. Would love to see the finished “project”! Maybe you could have an open house.

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