...so much for thinking I did not paint myself last night. Imagine my horror, when I got into my car-AFTER-work, looked down and saw four splashes of red-orangish paint on my right foot and calf. Yep. Even with my complexion, my black and white capri pants---the red-orangish paint was visible.
Why didn't anybody tell me?
* sigh*
Oh well. My feet and calf are now paint free.
Just confirmed that paint is too orange....
I'm still glad there's ice cream in the freezer.
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