Then I set out the materials I would need. I promptly knocked my $14.99 can of spray adhesive off the table and onto the floor. The sprayer part of the aerosal can broke off entirely and it began to sputter spray adhesive about the room. My superior thought process caused me to grab it and try to rescue the spray by directing it toward the foam and batting that needed to be sprayed anyway. I forgot that a.) spray adhesive is nasty, noxious, sticky stuff and b.) aerosol cans become extremely cold when they are about to explode. My fingers started to freeze around the top of the canister as I frantically aimed the spittle of the adhesive at its intended target. I had a rag sitting on the desk. (Ok, so it WAS a perfectly good washcloth but NOW it's a rag). I grabbed the rag with my other hand and covered the spray spout whenever I needed the spray to stop long enough for me to move one cushion out of the way and replace it with the new victim.
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1 comment:
congratulations. sounds lovely.
i had a can of spray on glitter do just that . . . i calmly placed it in the bathtub and ran the shower until it was empty . . .
yes, i rinsed all of that nasty stuff directly down the drain and into the environment.
why did my mother buy me that stuff for my birthday anyway? silly mom.
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