shit. Shit. SHIT!
I just got paint on my favorite pair of jeans. FAVORITE.
I was putting the lid back on the paint can and hadn’t cleaned the edges enough so when I got the hammer halfway around the lid it splattered. Hit me, hit my shirt, hit my pants.
The shirt I’m relatively indifferent about, but I wear those stupid jeans ALL THE TIME. WHY did I have to be so stupid? UGH.
I seriously don’t think there’s a stream of curse words long enough to accurately express my frustration and irritation right now (and don’t think I haven’t tried).
It wasn’t too much paint on the pants, but I think it was more than enough to make them grungy weekend only pants.
Crap crappity crapcrapCRAPFUCK!