Today the library was closed for a staff development day. As a fun activity we did one of those “drink wine and paint” paintings only there was no wine involved. But I kind of wish there was because I dipped my entire arm in my palate of acrylic paint as I was arranging my workspace. We hadn’t even started the painting and I’d already ruined my shirt.

As I was rinsing out my shirt in the bathroom I was remembering the day of my third grade school pictures. We were painting. You can guess where this is going, I’m sure. I dropped my palate and ended up with paint on my dress and in my hair. I ended up in the nurse’s office where she washed and styled my hair and, I think, found me a new outfit. It was one of those embarrassing grade school moments.

And now I have an embarrassing adult moment to match.

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