Painting

We finished painting the ceiling on the "Yellow" southwest bedroom tonight. David had finished with the mud and taping and last weekend we primed. Why does it always seem that no matter how hard you try, you always get pain on your forearms? The worst is when you don't see it until the next day when you're reporting to your staff or talking to your boss and spot it. And what do you do? Force out an embarrassed chuckle and say "guess what I was doing last night?" Just so they don't assume it was from last week and that you don't shower. And of course you touch it and give it a tug like it's totally new to you. Once you get back in your office, you cuss yourself out for wearing short sleeves that day as you pinch and pull and scratch that glop of paint on the back of your forearm until it pulls out your arm hairs and turns your skin red. Naa, never happened to me before. :)