It's really just getting pathetic and sad.

You know the friend that everyone says shaking their head laughing, "only you could have something like that happen, only you"? Well, I have decided, I am that friend.

Yesterday I decided to make a couple hair clips with flowers on them. I had pulled my hair back in a ponytail, using lots of hair glue so it would hold and I needed a big flower to put on the side of the ponytail. I must say, my end result looks pretty cute

Anyway, I used the hot glue gun, no burns! Score one for me. Put in the eyelets, didn't gouge my finger - 2 points Michelle, no points hair clips. I decided to spray some glitter on the hot pink one (lower left). I have 2 types of spray glitter, one I keep in my bathroom to spray in Jenna's hair - it washes out. And then I have the second type that I usually spray the flowers with, it's an actual spray paint. We were leaving soon and I know the second spray takes forever to dry so I decide to use Jenna's spray. We get it at Walmart for way cheap in the party aisle.

I put the flower on the floor in my bathroom and push the button down to spray the flower, giving it that nice glittery look. I do a quick once-over spray and it looks good so I take my finger off the nozzle/button thingy. The spray keeps going! I try to tip the cap the other way to see if it will stop, nope, but I do succeed in getting the nozzle/button/cap thingy to come off. But did it stop? No!

So, I put my finger over the top of the little straw thingy sticking out, in milliseconds, my finger is freezing cold and I have to take my finger off. My finger is now cold, sticky and has a nice glittery sheen to it. Thinking quickly, I turn the tub on and put the can under the water, maybe it's just stuck. Nope, still going strong.

By this point, I have glitter on my flower, my carpet, my fingers, and now my bathtub (which is enclosed so the walls are also looking good). I try to remember when I bought this can and how much I had used, this is when I realize this can has a lot of glitter spray left. At this point, not only am I worrying about the glitter all over the bathroom, but I realize that my head is starting to feel funny, I'm getting a little high off of this spray. I also realize, this is why they say to spray in well-ventilated areas...ummm...this is the only room in the house without windows, it's in the middle of the house. I am breathing in glitter and my nose is also starting to itch.

Wait...how flammable do you suppose this stuff is? I have my flat iron and hot glue gun on. I can just see the news story now.

Using my problem solving skills that my teachers taught me in elementary school, I decide that my best solution is to get the can out of the room, but how? I can't wrap it in a towel or I'll have a glittery, sticky towel, and that conjures up memories of that joke about the mom going to the Ob/Gyn after using her daughter's towel with the glitter on it. (Although I would get a kick out of hearing that Jason had to go to the dr after using that towel)

Nope, can't do that.

Wait, I have a box I just got some scrapbook supplies in that I was planning to save because it fits 12x12 paper. I decide that I will need to sacrifice the box. I grab the box and put the can in it. The can is still spraying and I close the lid on the box as I feel high enough. I take it downstairs at which point I can tell the box bottom is leaking through. I made it out to the garbage can and throw the box in.

I now must not open that garbage can until after someone else does because I'm sure the fumes are awful in there. At least it won't smell like a mixture of dog poop, curdled milk, mildewy grass, and rotten eggs.

So, I guess I will need to add glitter spray to the object which have now attacked me.