We're painting the outside of the house this weekend and by we, I mean me and the guys. The guys and I. We. And you remember how, when you're a novice painter, no matter how careful you are or how firmly you've promised yourself to pay attention and never load too much paint on the brush or move the brush too fast or press the brush too hard there's always that moment where the floor or the door or the neighbor's cat are suddenly Belize green in eggshell? Remember how that feels?
Take it, Walter: