What you see here is a small portion of the mess I had as I was trying to change the ink cartridge in my printer. GRRRRRRRR
Both hands had ink all over them. The computer desk was covered in black ink, the computer itself was covered. As I stood there holding my spewing ink cartridge I hollered at Chance to run get me a towel. he headed to the kitchen to grab a paper towel. "NO" I hollered at him. "Run to the bathroom and get a towel."
"But, Mom, what's all over your face?"
"Just get me a towel, FAST" Says I, as ink continues to dribble out of the cartridge and down my hands on to the desk. He runs into the bathroom and comes back with about 3 squares of T.P.
"NO! I need a real towel. One that you use after you bathe" I say with controlled anxiety.
Again he heads into the bathroom.
he returns this time with a dripping washcloth.
"CHANCE, listen to me!! I need a big bath towel that is hanging up on the towel rack.
ahhh this time he comes back with a brand new towel. I can't get upset. He's finally got the right thing but still I send him back to get the oldest towel he can find.
one old towel, two washrags and a bunch of Clorox clean-up later I have the mess cleaned up off of the desk, computer,and printer. I headed in to the bathroom to try to scrub my hands and face. Luckily, my face came clean, my hands did not!
Try to be positive, try to be positive........I think all that got on my carpet was one tiny minuscule drop that blends right in.
(just blogging about it makes it seem not so bad. Thank heavens for blogging in January.)