I called Ryan to ask where the painter's tape was and thought to myself "He's probably going to freak out about me doing a painting project" because, truth be told, I'm NOT the most careful when it comes to, well, anything really.
He answers my question, we talk for a while and then, right as we are getting off of the phone, I hear him say, "Wait! Why do you need painters tape?!" I decide to hang up on him, just to make him sweat it a little bit.
He calls back and I don't answer...and start this series of texts:
and then I sent him this picture:
At this point, I'm literally crying tears because I'm laughing SO HARD at myself. And then I about lost it when HE WALKS IN THE DOOR. AT 10 AM, DURING THE WORK DAY. He was so scared that I truly didn't understand the concept of spray paint drift that he couldn't take the chance and DROVE HOME as fast as he could (it's a 5 minute drive, at least.)
After I gained control of myself, we had a discussion about my understanding of drift and my already formed plan to use the backyard, and he went back to work. Honestly, he was probably still scared but he knew it would be too insulting to actually wrest the spraypaint can out of my hands.
I'm so fun to be married to.