Wherein I Put My Muse To Work

I'm here to say, you can get paint in some pretty strange places. I found that out this weekend after I surfaced from painting my kitchen cabinets.

The Kiddo helped -- and was introduced to her first use of power tools. Since The Husband is a little different and does not get a twinkle in his eye when presented with a new Black & Decker thingamabob, I'm hoping to create an addiction in The Kiddo wherein she wants the same sort of gadgets that I find will make my life easier but am too stingy to buy. She shows all inclinations of being a DIYer.

My muse, on the other hand, is more like me. She came teetering on stilettos through the kitchen and dining room, hands on her hips, and schreeched, "This will never do."

"What?" I asked, concentrating on leaving as few brush strokes on a front panel of a door as possible.

"This! This!"

I looked up to see what 'this' was. My muse was throwing her hands every which way, encompassing the entire mess. " I'm totally not accustomed to such chaos. If you insist on continuing to leave all these paint cans and sand paper and smelly paint fumes, I'll just leave."

"Uh-huh," I said. Now I was trying to move a door out of the way, cursing the thunderboomers that prevented me from using our garage. "It's not like you're any great help most of the time any way. By the way, your feather boa is trailing in the paint tray."

"I never!" She fussed a bit over the ruined feather boa. "That's it! I'm out of here, and then you'll be sorry."

"Don't forget the bon bons up on the top shelf."

The muse just stood there. "You will be sorry, won't you?" she asked in a very small voice.

I'd started in on another door. "I just want you to be happy," I told her.

"Happy? But I'm never happy."

"Could be an interesting change," I said. I laid another wide streak of paint on the door.

"That looks ... fun. Can I try it?"

"Sure. Paint brush over there."

A minute or so later, the muse was sighing pleasurably. "Why, this is fun!"

I chuckled. "Oh, yeah. The first 15 or so are. I'd ditch the stilettos, if I were you."