I have always been on the klutzier side of life. Perhaps not as much as my sister (love you, Nutmeg!) but I lean more heavily towards klutz than away from it. Team sports? Not my thing (my Dad may brag to you otherwise; I was never very good at lacrosse).
I'm pretty sure it's genetic. The Fancon side of the family seems to be, well, not ballet dancers.
I divulge some family history to tell you this story.
Last night we went to Home Depot. Chris came home from work and exercised, then we had dinner and left for the store. I wanted to go with because I just generally like shopping, even if it is for paint, and I wanted to make sure I got the supplies that I wanted.
We got to the store and I am purchasing things, and I get the paint. Now, generally speaking everybody shares all their paint secrets with each other. You can go to Home Depot and get a Benjamin Moore or Sherwin Williams color, etc. So I brought in the paint color that we had picked, happened to be Valspar from Lowe's. He tries to color match it and turns out it is one of their newer colors (yay for being accidentally trendy!) but they don't have it in the system. So the nice man at Home Depot took a sample of it, dried it, and color matched it himself. I got three gallons; I figured that would be enough to do two coats on the room downstairs.
Up at the checkout counter, with three chaotic girls, we are getting ready to go. Bethany was in her pajamas and had bathed already, and was definitely tired. Sophia was in mis-matched pajamas (intentionally) with a black and red Minnie Mouse top and blue snowflake pants. Heidi Boo was wearing (again, intentionally) mis-matched shoes (one brown boot, one gray boot with stars on it). I am sure we looked like a (very cute) circus.
Anyway, he scans the items, places them down, and I start moving them into the cart.
That's when it happened.
The genes. There they are.
I knocked an entire gallon of paint onto the floor. The lid promptly removed itself, and my lovely, custom-matched paint that the nice man at the paint center worked so hard to create was dumped allllllll oooooooover the floor.
Chris said that if he had worked there that night, he would have removed his orange apron and walked out of the store.
I am still mortified.
So, we are hoping we can get by with two gallons of paint. We'll start this weekend. I'll keep you updated of the progress. I am hoping I got all of my paint spilling out of the way ahead of time.
|Picking out ice cream at the store with Daddy|
|Enjoying fruits of the labor|