You May Want to Get the Garden Hose
Do you like the TV shows that begin with the star in a crazy chase scene and then flash the words…’3 days earlier’…on the screen?
Yeah, me neither.
Picture me standing in the garage amid a puddle of beautiful tangerine orange paint.
Now picture my husband looking on from the house doorway saying: “You may want to get the garden hose”.
Flash the words:
5 Minutes Earlier
It all started out innocently enough.
My husband had fixed a vintage table that I’d found (for only $15)…
I’d scrubbed the top and the legs getting all the rust stains off that I could. Next all I had to do was paint the sides.
I searched through all my wonderful paint samples that I’d gotten on sale from Merhar’s Ace Hardware this Spring and found this gorgeous, bright Tangerine color. (It’s official name is: California Poppy)
I popped open that lid and started stirring…very carefully. There was paint and coloring all the way to the top, so slowly, very slowly I stirred, mixed, and stirred some more. A little went into the lip of the can, so I caught it with a brush and stirred it back in until…
Walaaa! It was perfect!
Well, I thought it was perfect. I realized there were a few drips on the outside of the can and so I grabbed a paper towel in my left hand…and the (slippery) paint can in the right.
…I really don’t need to say it, do I?…
All of a sudden I was standing there with paint dripping down my shorts…all over my shirt, arms, legs, shoes…toes.
And I just stood there.
‘How the heck did I do that?’
I grabbed the paint can off the floor.
I grabbed the paint brush.
I proceeded to scoop paint out of the cuff of my shorts back into the paint can, as I shook my head thinking…
I finally gave up.
I stepped out of my shoes…literally.
I hobbled to the house door…
Carefully opened it…
And started to yell my husbands name.
As he came around the corner I yelled ‘HELP!’
‘Clean up on Aisle 5’!
All I heard was ‘Oh boy’.
I yelled for towels, more towels, buckets of water and more buckets of water.
Of course my knight in shining armor came to my rescue.
Well, he delivered what I asked for anyway.
And then he said ‘You may want to get the garden hose’.
And he didn’t mean I should use it on the garage floor.
PS…by the time I took the pictures, I’d wiped up (and off) most of the excess paint.
PPS…this was where the paint was supposed to go: