One night, Matt was painting his new office space upstairs while I went downstairs to start dinner. While cooking and listening to my latest Audible book, I heard a bang followed by profanity. Concerned for my carpet (and my husband ), I ran upstairs.
The paint had gotten knocked off the ladder and onto a part of the carpet that wasn't covered in plastic. It was not a lot, but enough to send us both scrambling to clean it up as fast as possible before it dried.
After doing all we could, I...
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