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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.

However…

Picture me standing in the garage amid a puddle of beautiful tangerine orange paint.

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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.

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And I just stood there.

Thinking…

‘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…

‘Huh’.

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.

Sigh.

Patty O

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:

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