! Bad Luck !

Are you ready for my story?

Well, here goes anyway... Once upon a time, oh scratch that, this is definitely NOT a fairy tale!

OK... Sunday, I finally broke out the paint to paint the basement woodwork that I have so graciously been putting off for weeks now. I put the baby gate up so no pups could get into trouble while I was painting. In fact, I didn't even want Nathan down there... because, it's the only new carpet in the house... and bad luck seems to follow me.

After I had kid/dog proofed the basement... I began the dreaded task. And right near completing this boring task, the buzzer on the oven went off. The roast was done. I left everything to go feed my family. I put up the gate and got to work on supper.

Supper was awesome, if I do say so myself.

And through supper, I thought again, that I should really go put that paint tray up - just in case.

But then I did dishes.

As I was finishing up, I REALLY thought hard about going to put that paint tray up - but the phone rang. It was my mom-in-law and we were having a catch-up session (since I hadn't talked to her in awhile).... when all of a sudden, Scott yelled, from the basement...

He didn't have to tell me anything. I already knew what happened.

Yep.

Sam.

He stepped in it and then on the carpet about 10 times. It covered an area of about 5 feet.

Although I really like dogs. And puppy paw prints are adorable. They aren't so much when they are covering an area of your carpet that won't be covered up by any furniture. EVER.

Lovely.

I got a bucket and some rags and began the long and tedious task of trying to get it soaked up into the washcloth in a very gentle manner.

I yelled for Scott to come help me since I was scared that it might dry before I could get to ALL of the spots.

I ever so nicely instructed him to daub gently at the spots... not to rub the spot in further.

Guys are guys.

They just don't get it - even when you tell them.

And his patience, well it's just not the greatest, so I released him of his duties so I could work on the spots that he RUBBED in further.

As I thought all was going WAY better than I initially predicted... I came upstairs to get a fresh bucket of clean water.

Um yeah, let's just say that Sam had apparently and secretly (while we were downstairs) jumped up on the counter and got my paintbrush that was full of white paint.

Did I mention he's cute? He's really lucky that he is.

Anyway, he did get it on one of the two rugs that we have in our entire house as well as the wood floors. I got the rug clean and thankfully the wood floors were very easy to clean up.

Back to the basement...

I don't THINK that it will be noticeable to anyone else that goes down there.... the only spots that I can barely see are those that my dear hubby rubbed into the carpet... and it really just looks a little bit faded.

Woofta.

So that's it.

You see... out of anyone I know, this kind of stuff just happens to ME.

No one else.

Just me.

Like the time when:

* I got stuck in a shirt at the Gap.
* When we spilled a whole gallon of paint on Nathan's bedroom carpet in brand new house (our last house).
* When the pups locked me out of the car while in my pj's, in the middle of winter, down the very big hill from our house as I was trying to mail something.
* When I locked a wild cat in my car while scrap booking in 98-degree weather (it jumped in my Tahoe without me knowing it). Luckily, I went out to my car to get a CD 24 hours later and it jumped out instead of dying a slow death for another 24 hours of extreme heat, no air, no food, and no where to go to the bathroom.

Ok, that's enough - although I could go ON and ON with other examples...

Thankfully, my luck is AWESOME for things that really matter in life. And for that, I consider myself very blessed.

Smiles!