Richard and I have been redoing our bedroom......Much to his displeasure, like what's wrong with the old stuff? Anyway, he is a perfectionist for those of you who don't know. Everything has to be done just so, his way or the highway, So I let him do a wonderful job, most of the time, and he does. We are painting our room a chocolate brown, (my favorite flavor, um, I mean color) and it looks so nice. I bought the bedding last year with my birthday money so that was already done. Well, we are getting down to the end of painting and I might add I did my fair share. He has gone back over everything with a fine tooth comb and I guess it will pass. We are cleaning up at the very end of the project. I am helping him move the ladder and as we pass by the full paint can, he( did I say he!) hits it with the leg of the ladder and it spills on our carpet at least half of the can. Brown, gooey, runny, beautiful paint on our beige carpet. I scream and he panics. (After all, if the dogs have a accident he freaks out, look what it will do to the carpet!) So I run downstairs and get spoons, spatulas, cups, pancake turners, anything I can find. We both start scooping and we wish by now that the dogs had been pooping :) We get as much put back in the can as possible and then run and get the wet/dry vac. He goes over it time and again, and then I pour pitcher after pitcher of water on it while he soaks it up. Then I go and get the carpet cleaning machine and he goes over and over it. Low and behold. It all comes out. I wouldn't have been so lucky if I had done it, I can guarantee. Now you see it now you don't. Lucky devil he is, I am just overwhelmingly grateful that it wasn't me!!!!!!!!!!