Painted into a closet

Today’s the kind of day that I wake up, look at my clothes, and decide to put on a nice pair of jeans and one of my favorite concert tees. Then I go downstairs and think, “What am I going to do today? That’s right, I’m painting the closet. Well, no reason to change out of my nice clean clothes. I’m certain nothing could go wrong while painting in a closet. After all, I’m a very careful guy…”

Thankfully, I never spend more than $25 on pants. Still, I’m half expecting the day to come when Lisa walks in to find me painting a ceiling in my tux.