The next few milliseconds are etched in my brain, along with Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail, my locker combination from 7th grade, the Scout Motto and my route home from the hospital, which I can do, and did many times, in my sleep.
First off, you may congratulate me that I said nothing stronger than, "NO!!' as the can hit the workbench and burst open, splashing a near-gallon of premium, nice, thick white semi-gloss pain on everything. We concentrated quickly on the car, getting it out of the garage to hose down, and of course smearing white paint on the inside. (OK, that's a picture of someone's Maserati, but you get the idea. And I wasn't stopping to take any photos.)
Meanwhile, Paula was covered on one side, including her hair, and everything at that end of the garage was splashed. She hit the showers and I started frantically trying to clean things up before it all dried. Six hours later, I finished getting the last bits of paint off the concrete floor with a drill and wire brush.
Several points to remember:
1. A fine-toothed comb gets paint out of your wife's hair...eventually. Sort of.
2. Premium nice thick semi-gloss paint, and we're talking latex here, ruins clothes.
3. Tragedy plus time equals humor. However, not enough time yet.
4. I have a kind, forgiving wife, and appreciate her even more for her even-tempered approach to this whole episode. And thanks to Amazon, the essential clothes were quickly replaced for about forty bucks. The t-shirt went in the 'work clothes' pile.
5. Be careful with paint. Duh.
We hope that your home improvement projects end more smoothly.
Dave & Paula