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!?”

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About emaylerocks

Work at home professional, author, wife, mother of many. I view the world in a slightly different way than the rest. They don't let me out much so I do have a lot of time to think. Speaking of that... What do YOU think?

Posted on March 27, 2015, in Life and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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