Saturday, May 30, 2015
Return of the Stooges
While searching my post, I came across this little jewel. It is worth sharing again:
A funny thing happened yesterday as we were leaving for church. We were
walking out the door when I thought of one more little thing to
entertain GBN1 in church. I wanted to grab a few colored pencils - they
are perfect for GBN1 – she can color without making a mess and pencils
do not taste as good as crayolas. There is a filing cabinet near the
front door which contains much of my art supplies. Because I am not a
neat freak, the top of the cabinet has lots of containers of paint
brushes, pencils, pastels, colored pencils and various other piles of
stuff. As I reached up and grabbed the can of colored pencils (keep in
mind that I am a short person) I heard something fall between the
cabinet and the wall. For just a split second I thought, “Great, I
knocked something off – I’ll get it later.” Then I heard a “Pssssst”
that did not bode well. My next thought was that it was probably my
aerosol can of fixative – toxic, but clear and fairly harmless. Then,
like one of the Three Stooges, I pulled the cabinet and looked behind
it. I was instantly covered in black spray paint. Like an oil gusher, a
can of black spray paint was spewing its guts. Of course, I screamed
and Toby came running to see what the commotion was. I grabbed him in
time to keep him from looking directly into the line of fire and ruining
his Sunday clothes as I had just ruined my pretty yellow sweater
(although it would have been funny if he had done the same thing that I
had just done – two stooges are funnier than one). As the gusher began
to subside, we were able to cover the can somewhat, but black paint was
everywhere. It seems that when the can fell, it struck the corner of
some framing glass that was stored between the cabinet and the wall.
The glass broke and the can was punctured. Black paint covered the
floor, wall, filing cabinet, and some of my art supplies. Fortunately,
we were able to get the paint off of my ceramic tile – the grout was a
bit more difficult. The wall and front door will have to be repainted.
My clothes were ruined and my new tennis shoes were speckled. The
clean up process was not fun. It took some effort to scrub the paint
off our bodies. Toby’s hands were black from gathering up the can and
other stuff covered in paint. Turpentine is a great exfoliate – takes
the paint and skin right off. It took a while for me to calm down from
the excitement. Since there was no real harm done, I had to laugh at
how silly I must have looked when the paint hit me – like a stooge. Of
course, we were late for church and had to sit on the front row.
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6 comments:
Naturally it was a full can of paint. No point in puncturing an almost-empty one...
How did you know?!
I missed this story before, somehow. Perfect timing for church, or well, just any time. I just cannot imagine. Our laughing for the day!
Anytime I get dressed up and have to be somewhere at a certain time, things will go wrong.
And there you were, sitting in the first row, in your splattered tennies. Priceless. (Hope the mess wasn't too bad!)
Nothing like a hectic Sunday morning!
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