Have I said lately how much my husband spoils me? Well if I
haven’t, then its time for me to praise him! He works so so hard and provides
such an amazing life for us. I feel like the luckiest lady in the whole world
to get to stay home with my little man, and that is all thanks to him. To add
to that, recently he bought me a brand new car! I cannot tell you how excited
this made me! I immediately bought a package to Bubbles Car Wash so that I
could get my car washed once a week to keep it extra new looking, I bought
special car seat covers to protect the seats for Wyatt’s car seat, and even
made Kevin buy the extra car protection plan so that I could get any little
spill fixed! Excited is honestly an understatement. When we got home with our
new car, I decided that my cars home aka our garage needed to be pretty, clean
and shiny to match the pretty clean new car that will be living there. I
cleaned out EVERYTHING. This included old paint that the previous owners left.
I thought that whatever was put into the trash can would be taken away forever
and I would be left with only the cleanest neatest garage on the block…I was wrong.
Turns out garbage men do not take paint, so come trash day they took those cans
of paint out of the trash and set the right in front of the trash can…directly
in the path that I have to pull my car into the garage. If you have never been
to our house , our garage is actually behind our house, so you pull into the
driveway and then take a right into the garage. It’s a sharp turn, and
visibility is poor. So on this trash day, Wyatt and I head home after a nice
lunch with friends. I pull into my drive way like normal, open the garage and
proceed to pull in as normal. As my car makes its way into the garage I all of
the sudden I hear a loud pop, then everything in my field of vision turns white!
Panicked I jump out of the car and realize I have run over a can of paint! Not
only is my car COVERED, but the entire garage is splatter painted as well…I
mean it is everywhere. What happened next was not pretty. I PANIC! Luckily
Kevin was home. I run Wyatt inside give him to Kevin and immediately head
outside with a bottle of dawn dish soap and start drenching my car in it. The stress of this situation definitely did not look pretty on me. I was short and mean to Kevin, who poor thing was just trying to help me. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Luckily for all involved, the paint came off of my car. The garage, on the other hand, as well as its contents did not get by so unscathed. There is now a lovely layer of off while paint on anything that was in range on that fateful day. So my message to all, do not put paint in the trash can!
This is the aftermath of the garage. No picture was taken of the car...to much panic for that!
