Where was I when THAT happened?
I am still quite happy with the finished product after painting the house. Cal and I are a team. I tape and he paints. Taping is tedious and lets me think. It is also something to be done systematically. You know, I can put a method to the madness. Now why I put this on a systematic pedestal, apparently, my system has failed.
We have been done for a couple weeks. In the course of my random cleaning, I keep coming across places, no, whole sections of paint tape the I failed to remove. At first I think “Oh, its just a piece.” I begjn to peel the tape. As I peel, I ball it up. It becomes larger and larger. Before I know it, it is half the damn door and some across the ceiling. What in the world!?
The first couple times, I didn’t think much of it. This last time I thought “Where in the heck was I when this happened. I swear I took this tape off. Did it freakin reproduce??” No, the tape will not answer me nor will I know if it is budding or mammalian. That, my friends is something the world may never know. (Sneaked that in on you, huh? Yeah, I digress.)
Hopefully, I have found all the tape there is and I wont have to ball anymore up while mumbling obsceneties to myself for allowing I the process to fail. Makes my OCD itch, I tell you. So the next time you have a process that fails in your perfect square, just look at it and go “Damn, where was I when THAT happened!?”
What do YOU think?