~ANYONE CAN MAKE A LITTLE MISTAKE...CAN'T THEY?~

Paint in the air

Paint on the ground

Paint in my hair

Paint all around

then

*SCREAM*

Paint 

on

the

CAR!  

No..not just a little bit..but covering the entire car !

White spray paint!

All I could think was "He's gonna kill me!  He is going to KILL me!
I KNOW he is gonna to KILL me!
I am dead woman walking!

I have been wanting to paint this awful black chipped up screen door for ages..so a couple of days ago
I began my project.  As usual I didn't take a great deal of time to think it through.
Dusted it off..grabbed the spray paint can and snapped on that wonderful invention of a handle that saves the finger from falling off and began spraying away..
Oops!
Need newspapers to slip under the door!  Done!
More spraying..
Oops!
Need to shut the garage door..no wait..cover the window with paper.
So...I do that!
Back to painting.
BEAUTIFUL!
"What a difference!" I think to myself.
"PH is going to be so surprised..."
Half done.  Getting hot!
Go take a break and get a cool drink.
Sit for a while...
I go back to painting....
Oops!
Forgot to shut the garage door!
No problem...and I shut it!

I finish both sides of the door.  It looks gorgeous!
Sooo  much better than it did.
The entire patio looks lighter and brighter without that awful nasty black door.
What a great day to get all that done in nothing flat.

I rest a bit and go into the garage to put in a load of wash.
The door to the patio  is open?  Hmmmm..
I open the washer....and it feels like...sandpaper?!
How strange..I rub my hand over the lid...OH NO...I got spray paint on it.
I look down...the garage floor is covered in ..a fine mist of white spray paint.
I feel a slight bit of panic begin to creep upon me.
I grab a rough washcloth and towel and begin scrubbing the washer..
and it first nothing happens..but it  begins to come off.. and I get it
all cleaned off.
Then I start scrubbing the floor...it comes off the concrete rather easily.  GREAT!
Then it hits me!
THE CAR!!
I rush over to check...and OH GOD! NO!  The entire car is cover with paint.
Both lights go on in the garage and I frantically go to work.
My daughter in law calls for her evening chat and I tell her what has happened..
I'm out of breath and near tears, scrubbing frantically!
Several times I check on PH but he is quietly working on his computer.
Good!
Daughter in law offers to come and help ...NO!
"No!!" I tell her,  "He cannot know what I have done to the car!"
She feels so sorry for me...No need.  I feel sorry for myself enough for both of us!
I scrub, and pray, and pray, and scrub..at least an hour passes..and I know it won't be long
before PH shuts down his computer and goes in the kitchen and he will know I am not in the house!
I work faster.
I check.
I double check!
I think I have gotten it all.  I turn off the lights and quietly slip in the house.
WAIT!  The front window...the wiper blades..so back I go and in another ten minutes I am through.
Just in time.  I hear his light click off at his desk.
Thank heavens, I made it just in time!

We head for bed and by the time I am ready to climb in..PH is already dozing off.
I can't do it.  I have to confess.
I tap his shoulder and say..
"I have to tell you, I did a terrible thing but I think it's alright..."  He says " To your computer?"
No! Worse!
I have his attention...
So I tell him the story and all he says is "Do you think you got it all off?"
I say "Yes, it's all nice and smooth so I think I did,"
"Well, that's good."
He smiles.  I smile.
A lovely ending to a wretched evening.

Then he says..."I let the dog out and saw you in the garage on a ladder scrubbing the top of the car,
and I thought to myself, she sure has more energy than I do, cleaning the car at almost ten at night!"
:)

Big hugs!
Mona