House Pains

Alright everyone. I need those of you who are considering painting any portion of your house a dark shade of blue to raise your right arm. Now bend it at the elbow so that your hand is behind your head. Got it? Good, now smack yourself as hard as you can. You'll thank me later.
I was working on the rest of Hurricane's room this weekend. The top half is painted and, for the most part, ready. I was busy with the lower, darker blue, half. After a tinted primer and 3 coats, I have to return to Home Depot for another gallon. I'm thinking it will need at least one, probably two, more coats.
This has been entertaining for Mr X. Less so for me.
I did learn why Mr X covered every inch of our carpet with that paper tarp thing and the window with plastic. I think he probably should have covered the closet doors too. Which reminds me, I need to add white paint to my list. And I hope that when I tell the nice Home Depot paint person that I need closet door white she'll know just what the hell I'm talking about.
I always paint with my socks off so that if, um, make that when, I step in paint, I'll be able to feel it. Although, I don't think it mattered this time because there is no way I would not have felt this.
I had the radio on and I was 'dancing' (ha!) around like a fool, having a grand old time. Then IT happened.
What was IT you ask?
IT was when I managed to step in the paint tray. The deep end of the paint tray. You know, where all the paint sits waiting for a roller. Instead, it got my foot. It stood there for a moment, my foot in 3 inches of Sorcerer's Hat blue paint. And then it hit me. MY FOOT, (do you remember how I have that thing about feet? Specifically my feet? Because this is where I remembered. And this is where it got ugly.) IS IN PAINT AND OMG MY FOOT!!!!
I lost all reason and freaked out, roller full of paint in my hand and one foot caked in blue paint.
I alternated between hopping and stamping, swinging my arms and yelling 'AAUGGHHHH!!!' which brought Mr X running.
He took one look at the room and closed the door. I could hear him laughing all the way downstairs.
I was never so grateful that I had remembered to put the camera away. The last thing I needed was a picture to remember my little freakout.
When it was over there was paint on the closet doors, the plastic over the windows, parts of the upper wall that I will now have to repaint (dammit!) and my little blue footprints all over the paper floor.
I am just thankful that our neighbors didn't witness this little sideshow.