naturally with all the paint buckets lying around i would, of course, trip while talking on my cell phone, fall and knock one off a table splashing me with a half gallon of white paint. you really haven't lived until you've watched (in horror) a glob of white paint arc through the air heading straight towards you as you lay prone on your back with the wind knocked out of you. i got up sputtering, spitting out paint from my mouth and trying to wipe it from my eyes while feeling around in the spreading puddle for my cell phone. luckily i had flung the phone across the room during my fall so it was safe. not so my jeans or my shirt. i was soaked in the white sticky stuff.

yep, i impressed even myself with my clumsiness. and frankly, i'm almost proud i can now say i know exactly what it feels like to be doused with a large quantity of paint.

ps: due to the brilliance of my dad who bought a water-based paint, both my clothes and i made a complete recovery. um, but i did just notice i've still got some white paint on the back of my legs i still need to scrub.