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Out,Out Damned Spots!

"Honey, you've got something boiling on the stove."

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right there." Smashed potatoes were on the lunch menu. Mostly for Lauren because she has a thing for carbohydrates.


I put down the laundry and waited patiently in front of Stuart. There's a narrow entry way to the kitchen workspace and he was standing in it. He had just finished painting the backsplash and was taking apart the roller for cleaning. I wasn't worried. Stuart is a genius with tools.

It took some tugging to get the roller loose and then the thing slipped and went flying. Paint sprayed across the table and the floor and some cupboards and the oven. And me.


Look at me, people! This is oil based paint! Here I am in my Saturday work clothes and my Saturday hair but tomorrow is Sunday and I can't go out looking like this.

My face is taken care of. But what to do about the hair. A buzz cut is out of the question. Any suggestions or do I need to do my best rendition of Jackie O. until this stuff wears off?

Oh, and Stuart? He escaped unscathed. Not a drop. He said he's sorry though. Fat lot of good that does.

Comments

tammi said…
Oh no!! I've been splattered enough with latex paints, but never oil. Turpentine? Hope you figure something out before church tomorrow!!
Heather C said…
LOL... I mean... I'm sorry.. but LOL! So what did you do??? :)
LOL! Well....you could get a seriously trendy blonde streak right there in the front to mask the light paint...
Thanks for letting us laugh at your expense (ahem, I meant laugh with you, of course!)
Oh no!! At least you're smiling... (I should really start reading the posts in order...NOW I get the paint reference!)

Xandra
Mary@notbefore7 said…
LOL...how on earth did you get it out?

AT least you kept your sense of humor.

LOVE the new header BTW ;)
Alana said…
I have a thing for carbohydrates, too ;-)

Hope the paint came off easily!
Faith said…
Oh no! So did you find a way to get the paint off?
Looks like you were a good sport about it though! :)
Anonymous said…
I love the picture of Lauren with the bread -
I have a carb addict child, too, and I do believe that she has also felt like hugging her fresh, hot bread from time to time! :)

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