I had good intentions. Deanie went away for the weekend and my plan was to paint her bedroom while she was gone, it would be a nice surprise. The moment she left I started getting it ready, tapping off the trim and moving the furniture around. The lighting in our bedroom is poor so I set a trouble light with a bright halogen bulb on the floor shining at the first wall. It went great, the paint rolled on evenly and covered the existing color completely. Second wall. Move the light, yep, this is when things turned. I have to ask, what genius invented the hellogen bulb. I only touched the casing surrounding the bulb, and, I only used my index finger and opposable thumb, which us primates are so proud of. Also, I only held it for a nanosecond before dropping it, not only were my finger and thumb burned, my other fingers, my palm, wrist and half way up to my elbow were also. I headed to the medicine cab for some solarcaine, it's supposedly better than the butter we use to use as kids. I was lathering it on when the smoke alarm went off, yep, Deanie's favorite bedspread was on fire. I'm actually pretty good at putting out fires, i think most of us Antonini kids are, although there's a couple that may be better at setting them. I grabbed the extinguisher from the hall closet with my nondominant hand, because the other was burnt, and proceded to drop it on the hardwood floor, not before trying to stop it with my foot of course, now I know why firemen wear steel toed boots. I hobbled the fire out and in all the commotion lost track of that bulb, it had fallen off the bed into the can of paint, it had manage to boil off the paint before shorting out. I may have inhaled a little too much smoke, i wonder if the ambulance could make a stop at Wal-Mart, they sell paint, bedding and steel toed shoes.

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