On Saturday

I worked Ken to the bone.  Last year,  before I moved away, we started painting the master bedroom.  We got that and the master bath, but the sitting room was never finished.  When I moved away, Ken took over what used to be my office–so now that I’m back I decided to turn our sitting room into my new office and now it needed to be finished.  It’s where I’m at right now, it’s very nice and very yellow. This is after hours and hours of having Ken move furniture around, remove curtain rods, tape and paint and then repaint over missed areas. He was exhausted as he was still trying to adjust from his usual schedule of sleeping during the day.

I hardly helped, because I’m kind of useless like that.

When he went to Home Depot, because we ran out of paint, he wondered to himself if there would be a color difference in the new paint and the paint that was a year old. He decided he’d compare with the bit that he had on his fingers by grabbing a bit off the sample they use to indicate the color of paint on the lid of the can. When the paint guy pushed the can of paint across the counter towards Ken, he touched the still wet splash of paint, but because he was so fucking tired and so fucking out of it– he then instinctively brought the tip of his finger to his tongue to taste it.

Then he realized what he’d done.

Then he immediately felt stupid.

Then rather than explain he was too tired to have any idea why he’d done that he just said, “yup–that’s gold buttercup alright. Thanks.” Then grabbed the can of paint and walked off leaving the paint guy  thinking that the only way Ken could verify the paint color was by tasting it.

And I just laughed out loud again thinking about this.

4 Comments

  1. Ana
    Posted July 13, 2009 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

    Omg, I just laughed so loud the dogs are staring at me like I’m crazy.

  2. Posted July 13, 2009 at 3:36 pm | Permalink

    OH! Oh someone should tell Ken that you can only verify if it’s real GOLD that way. *giggling*

  3. Posted July 13, 2009 at 3:47 pm | Permalink

    I debated for a while whether I was going to even mention this to you, because I figured it’d be blogged about and LOL’d at worldwide.

    I have a feeling this is one I’m not going to shake for years :) Good times. My tongue has not forgiven me.

  4. Martie
    Posted July 14, 2009 at 8:54 pm | Permalink

    Tell Ken that we just bought 5 gallons of “dark toast” to paint the living room, kitchen and dining room floors with–and it tastes DELICIOUS (vodka makes it taste even better)!

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