Earlier today Mommy was painting at the cottage. Because there is no water yet to the sinks, Mommy had to bring her little rollers home to wash them. There were two of them and they both were in these little, tiny plastic trays you could use to hold your paint.
On the way home Mommy Bonnie was talking about concrete paint and mentioned that there was still some left over from four years ago when she and Mommy painted the room that the dogs and Gennie are in. Mommy didn't know that and said she wished she had known because she would have used it for touch-up. When they walked through the garage after arriving home, Mommy Bonnie pointed out the red concrete paint to Mommy. Later Mommy went out and picked up the can and sloshed it around to see if it felt like there was any paint in it, and Mommy thought there was some, though she didn't take the lid off to check for certain. She figured she would check it out on a day off and touch up the floor if the paint was still good.
Mommy got busy feeding all seven of us pets and checking on the dinner in the crockpot. She put water in the two plastic paint trays to soak the little rollers and set them on the stainless steel table Mommies use for winemaking. She gave only a brief thought to hoping neither of them leaked, dismissing the thought because they had been used for paint.
Mommy wanted nothing more than to sit down with a glass of Shiraz and rest after dinner because she was still a little tired from working outside at The Farm all day yesterday. But she had to clean up after dinner, and because it was Sunday, she had to get the trash set out for our early Monday morning pickup.
Mommy started collecting the trash and went into the garage where she keeps a couple of garbage cans for things like dirty cat litter and pet food cans...things that would cause an odor if put in a trash can inside the villa.
As she walked into the garage she saw a river of pinkish liquid leading from the stainless steel table toward the garage door. Dang! One of the plastic trays had a leak. Mommy carried some trash to the garbage can and then hurried back to clean up the mess caused by the leaking tray. On her way back she saw what looked like blood on the garage floor near where the red cement paint was. Somehow, some way, that danged can had sprung a leak and there was red paint on the shelf it was on and on the garage floor.
Into the house went Mommy where she grabbed a roll of paper towels and some warm soapy water. First she cleaned up the red paint on the shelf and cement floor. Then she moved to the pink river and began cleaning up that mess. While she was cleaning it up she knocked over a sack of empty wine bottles and - wouldn't you know it? - one of them broke!
Mommy cleaned up the pink paint, the broken glass, and washed the rollers and the paint tray that didn't leak. When she was all done, Mommy noticed red paint on the kitchen floor and on her jeans. She must have stepped in the red paint and didn't know it. So she cleaned the floor and left the jeans alone! Then she sat down with her glass of Shiraz and told me to write this down. She is going to bed soon to read. I wonder what kind of mess she can make in bed?
~There is no such thing as a FREE kitten!~
