Ok, i didn't realize it had been THAT long since the last time i wrote. *Sowwy*!
hmm, let's see...what have i been up to lately?
Well for starters, it was damn busy at work last month. Don't get me started, but i was all "HOLY HELL I CAN'T SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!".
Of course, i made it through alive, and have added a few more battle scars to my collection.
I've also been deep into the Twilight Saga (be still my heart) and i'm almost done the last book. Most of my free time has been (happily) occupied with this.
Of course i still spend a lot of time puttering around the house.
Just a few weeks ago, i decided to paint the bannisters in my house. Here's some pics of what it looked like before i started:
And then as i started to paint:
Here's an *almost* finished pic. I later painted the 2 end posts black.
So as i was finishing up the LAST COAT of black paint on the upstairs handrail, i DROPPED the can of paint.
Did you notice the colour of my carpet? It's white.
Yes, i dropped a can of BLACK PAINT down my staris.
My WHITE. CARPET. stairs.
I sat there in shock for a few minutes. Not believing what just happened and not sure what to do about it either. I finally stood up and ran to the kitchen (because of course, i too was covered in black paint) and grabbed armloads of paper towel. I tried to wipe the paint off my legs but i just pushed it around and made a bigger mess. I all but climbed into the kitchen sink to get the paint off my legs which by this time had a burning sensation - grrrreat!
I still didn't know exactly what to do, so i went outside to where Mat was vaccuming my car. I tried not to make eye contact with him as i stuttered something about him needing to go back and rent the steam cleaner again.
Pardon? Oh, did i forget to mention that Mat had just steam-cleaned the carpets the DAY BEFORE?
Well HA HA wouldn't you know it that his wife decided to spill paint on the stairs after instead of before he cleaned them.
Anyway, he asked me why and i said "there's no time to explain, just go". He didn't bite and asked "what happened?"
"i spilled paint" i replied in the smallest voice ever
"where?" Mat asked
by this point, Mat had started to walk towards the house with me walking backwards in front of him.
"on the stairs! Please don't go in there!!" i pleaded. "IT'S EVERYWHERE" i excalimed as i burst into tears.
But he wouldn't listen and opened the door to the house and saw the carnage.
"You have got to be kidding me" was all he said.
i just looked at the floor.
"well, the carpet is ruined. we'll need to replace it" he said.
Now, although i was upset about spilling paint everywhere, the thought of getting new carpets cheered me up a bit. I have wanted new carpets since we moved in, but didn't want to spend the dough. I still really didn't want to spend the money, but at least i'd have pretty new carpets!
Mat went upstairs (i thought he was mad and couldn't stand to be around me and the mess) so i started to try and mop of the mess with some more paper towels. It made things worse because apparently paper towels will absorb anything BUT PAINT. ugh.
Mat came back downstairs and like a doctor to a nurse started to make demands.
"ok, we need the shop vac, a bucket of water and some vinegar. You get the water, and i'll get the shop vac".
I stared at him blankly because i didn't know what he was thinking
"i looked it up on google and apparently this is how you get paint out of carpet" he explained.
i did as i was told and we started diluting the puddles of paint with water and vinegar and sucked it up with the shop vac. over and over and over again. We spent about an hour doing this and wouldn't you know it? the paint was GONE. i swear. you would not know that i had spilled black paint all down the stairs.
When it was all cleaned up, Mat stood up and said "please don't ever do that again".
I still can't believe that it actually happened and that it's actually gone.
So, what have you been up to lately?