How Embarrassing: Take 2
If you haven't read How Embarrassing, please do read that before you read this one, it might make this one more interesting. :)Alright! I am back to tell you The Rest of the Story.
Most of you that know me know that, even though I am homeschooled, I still play sports at the high school near us. Actually, the school isn't really 'near' us, it may be the closest school around, but it is still almost a half hour away. Since it is quite a ways away I stay at my basketball coach's house quite a bit. Now, I am blessed with the coolest basketball coach ever!! He is a christian with strong morals and a huge sense of humor. (when him and Joe get together, whoa buddy, you better watch out!!) But no matter how cool he may be, his wife is even cooler. (no offense Kevik, I know you understand. :) ) Anyways, I was staying at their house one time, wearing my new basketball sweat shirt and sweat pants that our whole team had gotten, which were a little bit more on the exspensive side. Marta was telling me about her closet that she was painting then decided it would be better to just show me. So she's showing me her closet, and telling me how she had started out with a more dark, vivid pink, but then decided to go with a softer pink. (it was very cute by the way) For reasons I can't remember I picked up the dark, VERY vivid pink color, tilted it towards me 'to look inside' or something . The lid was on, but it wasn't shut all the way, it was just resting on the top of the can, but I, of course, did not know this. So I am tilting the can towards me, maybe to look at the little color sample it shows on the top of the can? I still can't remember why I did that! I am sure you can guess what happens next.... Yup! Your right! The paint spills out of the can ALL down my new basketball sweat shirt and pants, ALL down the throw rug and her hardwood floor. Both me and Marta have a kind of late reaction, I just stand there with the can still tilted towards me with a very supprised look on my face, and Marta stands there looking at me...(most likely think, "what in the world did she just do?!) more paint spills out, on me, on the floor, it seems as if days have gone by, and I am getting a kind of heavy, sticky feeling from all the paint, but actually it has only been about three seconds. Then Marta grabs my arm, pulls me into the bathroom where I change my clothes, putting my paint filled sweat clothes in the tub and Marta runs cold water over them so the paint won't set. Then, with a gaint supply of paper towels we try to clean up the paint before it drys on the rug and hardwood floor. Jonus, one of Kevik and Marta's adorable kids, stands on the sideline asking, "Whats that? Whys there paint on the floor?" Marta goes to get her Kirby Vacuum ready so that we can shampoo and suck up the paint. (About every five minutes we look at eachother and start laughing till tears run down our face, then we get back to cleaning.) After vacuuming awhile, Marta figures out that if you pour warm water over the piant coverd spots, then vacuum, more of it will come out. So she goes to get a bowl (it has to be a glass one!) and together we pour, vacuum, pour, vacuum. The paint is almost out, and Marta decides that just one more bowl of warm water will do it. I turn to grab the bowl, but it slips out of my hands, which were slightly wet, and shatters all over her bathroom floor... At this point I just feel like sitting on the toilet and crying, but Marta comes to my rescue and starts laughing..... and laughing.... and laughing. Pretty soon she is wiping the tears from her eyes, and, has most of you know, when someone is laughing, it is kind of contagues, so I catch it, and start laughing also. Pretty soon we are both laughing so hard that tears are drenching us and Jonus is look on with an extremely confused look on his face. We manage to clean everything up, put my sweats in the wash and relax awhile before Kevik comes home, then Marta has to tell Kevik a very annimated story of what happens, Kevik laughs and says some smart remark about when I get married my husband will have to put an insurance policy on everything breakable in the house. I roll my eyes, we all laugh and everything turns out happly ever after!
P.S. I am so glad that, since something like this had to happen to me, it happend to me at Kevik and Marta's house. I know that sounds wierd, but Marta was so cool about it! How many people do you know that would laugh about something like that? I don't know what I would've done if it had happend at someone else's house and the lady had gotten really mad. I felt bad enough has it was! Marta laughing about it really helped, and it made a nice memory too! A wierd one... but a nice kinna wierd. :)
P.S. agian. Marta says she wishes she had had a camra so she could've taken a picture of me when I spilled the paint on me. I am glad she didn't.
posted by ~Rae @ 9:33 AM
10 Comments:
Oh I just luuuuuuuuv this story!
Impressive! What you have...I would call it an art!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem....uh, that was funny Rachel.
Cassie
Oops...I didn't mean to leave an anonymous post with my name attached. I am so stupid!
yeah, you can be sometimes...
Oh Rachel!! You are so funny. That was a very good description of what happened. I was laughing again just reading it. Your so sweet, there is no way I would have been able to be mad at you.
Oh Rachel!! You are so funny. That was a very good description of what happened. I was laughing again just reading it. Your so sweet, there is no way I would have been able to be mad at you.
I think you need to reinact the incident just to get some pictures!
Oh that was a good one! Yes...it does sound like an art. You know, I think it would be very dangerous if you and I ever got together...very very dangerous.
Yes, you must reenact this tragic comedy. You could do it to mark the one year anniversary of the paint fiasco.
I think you shouldn't have wasted all that paint though. You should have done what I saw this guy do once. He had paint on his body and flailed all over this huge canvas...you know, modern art "self-expression."
That would've been a good idea Erin, to bad there was no canvas... I guess I could've used their rug. I'll bet Marta always wanted a pink rug. :)
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