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Tom likes to joke that I have two very distinct panicked screams.  The first one is high-pitched, sort of like “AAAAAHHHHHHH!”, and generally alerts him to a spider within my vicinity.  The other is lower in tone and barely audible, with a sound kind of like “Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!”  This one actually means that I’m in imminent danger and there is an emergency situation in progress.  Danger, Will Robinson!

I didn’t ever sound my emergency scream until we had been married for about 8 months.  At the time, we had just bought our first home and were in the progress of painting over the tri-purple master bedroom.  Being new painters, we decided that there just had to be a better way to paint than using painter’s tape, a roller and an angled brush for cutting in.  A visit to Lowe’s revealed that there were all sorts of gadgets and gizmos available for painting, so we thought we’d give them a shot.

We bought two of the paint rollers that hold the paint within the roller handle. It’s really a brilliant idea, because these type of paint applicators mean that you don’t need a paint tray, reducing the mess created when you paint.

Tom’s paint roller worked great.  He was trucking along priming that bright purple room in no time flat.  I, on the other hand, had problems.  The paint in my roller wouldn’t feed from the handle into the roller.  I followed all of the troubleshooting instructions and still couldn’t get it to work.  Frustrated, I pushed the paint into the stick as hard as I could.

Much like looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, the fill valve of the paint stick was pointed towards my face.  When I forced the paint into the stick it didn’t feed into the roller.  Instead, it squired out of the fill valve – under a lot of pressure – and directly into my eye.

“Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!”

Hearing the weird emergency scream for the first time, Tom came running in panic.  He pushed me into our shower, still wearing my shoes and all, and flushed the paint out of my eye.  It REALLY hurt, so I’m sure the crying helped to flush my eye, too.

Once I calmed down, Tom banned all paint gadgets and gizmos from our house.  We’d paint the way the professionals do and avoid the risk to our eyesight.

So, you can imagine his reaction when he saw this appear in our home a few weeks ago.

As soon as he saw the boxes, he said, “Lindsay, no way.”  You know he was serious because he called me Lindsay, instead of his usual “LT” (my initials before we were married).

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