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Crunchy Peanut Butter and Dumpster Diving

Just a quick update on the peanut butter and jelly paint situation.....when we went to the family reunion last weekend, we stayed at my cousin's house - who, by the way, is my first cousin and the oldest in her family and is named Kristine and it's spelled the same way as my name and she goes by Kris - uh, and people wonder why I have an identity crisis - I was BORN with it!
Anyway, one of the rooms in her basement had the exact color of paint that I have been looking for - TAN paint, not peanut butter paint. I was so excited! All night I had wonderful dreams about repainting my kitchen walls! Friday night was the first time I had to go to the Home Depot (I restrained myself from rushing the store when we got home at midnight last Saturday). I had to take back the seventeen thousand gallons of peanut butter slyly disguised as paint in order to afford the new paint. One of the lids was messed up so I was going to just switch it with the lid from the gallon I used to masacre, I mean paint, my kitchen. Simple enough right? WRONG! I went to grab the empty gallon bucket and couldn't find it. I asked my Dad. He hadn't seen it. I looked in the garbage outside and it wasn't there. At least it wasn't there at first. I took a spare piece of mangled baseboard and started digging through the layers of sheetrock, dirt, nasty stuff and other fungi to see if it could possibly be in there somewhere. I found it - at the very bottom. And the lid couldn't just be conveniently located on the can where it belongs so I could pull it out with the board and never touch the garbage, No, it had to be all alone on the very bottom! So here I am, in nice clothes, in my driveway, in my garbage can! But, fear not, I rescued the lid, cleaned it, swapped it and returned all fifty billion gallons of paint! And for that I am now the proud owner of the CORRECT color of paint! I will soon begin gleefully repainting my kitchen - and there will be much rejoicing! Take that peanut butter!

Comments

Jessica said…
He he he, still dumpster diving eh? Not the first time...
Must-Ash said…
That makes me kinda sad. I was hoping to see the peanut butter and jelly explosion!

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