Idiot Award

And the "Idiot of the Day" award goes to......yep, you guess it. Yours truly.

I know what you're thinking: "Umm, Jenna...it's kinda only still morning. What in the world could you have done to merit such a title this early in the day?"

Well, let me tell you.

When we moved into our house about 2 months ago, the nice lady who previously lived here loved pictures so much that when she moved out, taking her pictures (and nails) with her, she did quite a number on the walls. Andrew dutifully went after each hole in the wall with puddy. The end result of white splat marks was what he referred to as her having "gone after the walls with a machine gun". Yeah, it was that bad.

For the last 2 months we've lived in near blissful harmony with the white splat marks along with the understanding that "we're still getting settled". At some point in the last couple weeks, said splats have turned into quite the eyesore. I have had the best of intentions to get into the garage, search through the well marked cans of paint and get those spots out of our lives forever...but I just haven't. Other demands have called my name louder than the paint. It's been important stuff too. Stuff like diaper changing, crawling around on all fours with my baby, playing like we are bears, keeping up with laundry, meal planning, making scrumptious meals, and of course the absolutely necessary Pinterest project completing...you know, stuff like that.

Well, being that it's Monday and that I didn't want the "Retouch paint" to-do guilting me all week, this morning I ran out to the garage, searched through the paint cans and thought I'd found the right one. It's the "thought I'd" that comes into play with my morning's award. Alas, it would seem that there are SEVERAL shades of similar paint out in yonder garage. I thought I had the right color. But I didn't. The shade that moments ago painted on a little dark hasn't dried into the lighter khaki living room color. It only hit me once I'd finished the largest wall of the living room and had moved into the entry...where the touch up color matched really nicely. And I'm talking matched...well, perfectly.

YIKES!

So dear friends, my solution was to finish touching up the entry with it's MATCHING paint color, and sit down to blog about my earning today's "Idiot Award" while the now dark colored, machine gun-like splotch holes dry up. Oh yes, and I have also since found the correct paint can that previous owner lady sneakily disguised by writing "Walls" on the lid. **forehead slap**

Does this kind of stuff happen to anyone else?! Wait, no. Don't answer that. Y'all have a nice, normal-people day now. I'm signing off to get back to my painting. And maybe once I'm done I'll go get my eyes checked.

****Oh and Andrew, honey, if you're reading this, please know that by the time you get home the walls will look beautiful and I'll be expecting a sweet smooch for doing the touch up work. Especially since I had to touch up more than once today. ;) ****