May 30 2009 Me and My Evidence

If I had a nickel for every time someone said to me today, "What did you paint?" I'd have, well, about a dollar. Apparently I'm not the most tidy painter. "Is that paint on your hands?" the husband asked while I was painting. "Well, I said I'd paint it, not that I'd do it in a professional manner." "It looks like you were experimenting to see what your hair will look like when you get old," said my mother-in-law. Yeah, I leaned into the wall just enough to dust the tips of my hair. "What's that on your hands?" asked my friend. Two hours later, "What's that?" asked her two-year-old son, who didn't seem to know what I was talking about when I said I painted my walls. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I painted the closet today and I made a mess of myself doing so.

Instead of contorting my hand so the camera could see the remnants of the paint, I contorted the cell-phone camera (regular one left at the friends' house this evening) to odd angles until it finally took a photo of what I wanted it to.