HGTV can suck it: part II

when J spilled the aforementioned assload of paint, my fight or flight response kicked in.  well, mainly flight, because i was quite sure he was going to do some damage to some inaminate object in a testosterone fit, and i didn't want to witness it.  i ran in, saw what happened and went right back out of the room, grabbed my shoes and keys and bolted for the door.  kind of like peter used to do on the cosby show.

anyway.  before i made it out, i realized i was probably being highly inappropriate, not to mention really rude.  remember, this whole constant coupledom thing is a whole new bird to me.  anyway, i figured i could at least help the guy clean everything up and THEN run away like an asshole, right?  so, i spent about an hour soaking up paint-y carpet and calming J down.  it wasn't as bad as it looked, but it was still a huge mess.  carpet just isn't made for latex paint, no matter what anyone tells you.  after a few days of soaking the carpet with water and various cleaners, sopping it up with towels and repeating, i managed to make the pizza-sized spot go away.  consider me the david blaine of paint stain removal. 

after this mishap, we came to an agreement: no more freakouts.  unless, of course, someone was hurt or sick or on the verge of causing bodily harm to themselves or the other person.  thankfully, we never had an explosion like that again.  or, at least, if there was, i wasn't around to witness it. 

next up: part III.  the saga continues.