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Last night was the 2st night of painting in the bedroom in the new house. Painting stops being fun on about the second day, I think.

The first coat only took about half a gallon, so I had assumed that we would only need the other half of the gallon for the 2st coat. To hedge my bet, I picked up an extra quart of paint and mixed it in, giving me 3/4 of a gallon.

This did not work out well at all. I ran through that whole 3/4 of a gallon just doing 2 of the walls. So, I sent Annie out to pick up another gallon and some food.

Not 5 seconds after she left, my phone rang. I figured it was her, being so close in time to her departure, so I dropped what I was doing and picked up the phone with my painty hands. It was a number I didn’t recognize.

I answered with my normal, “hello”. To which I hear a woman say:

“Allison?”

Now, perhaps people are just dumbfounded when they call a number and don’t get who they expect, but I assure you kind reader that I do not sound like an Allison.

Politely, I replied: “I think you have the wrong number”.

To which she, not so politely replied: “I don’t think so”. Not in a dumbfounded way, like she was lost. But in a coy, “I’m always right”, mannerism. Much like the first time you went shopping with your mom and put some stuff in the cart you just had to have, and she put it right back on the shelf and told you that she didn’t “think so”.

Double-you tee eff? Obviously, I’m not Allison. I’m not covering for Allison. And furthermore, her prefix noted she was calling from a cell phone as well, which meant she could very easily look at the screen and see what number she dialed.

I replied: “Well, I’m the only person here and I am not Allison”.

5 seconds of silence.

Then she hung up.

I thought about calling her back. I didn’t know exactly what I would say, but in my mind it involved bad words and verbal face pranking. Not that I was mad, per se, but more that in the 15 seconds I got to know this woman I concluded that she was just a downright Martha Stewart and I felt it was my duty to return some grief to her that she had previously laid upon the world.

I didn’t though. Instead we finished painting the bedroom save for a little bit of trim work for tonight.

In related news, Wendy’s new Freschetta sandwiches are mildly good, but not worth the $3.49 sale price. Naturally, my wife had a buy-one-get-one-free coupon.

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