She went downstairs, and all she could do was stare at the furnace
I was in the basement painting my model airplane. I had the spray cans near the furnace so they didn’t freeze. I had the airplane painted and left it sitting on the floor until it dried. I was upstairs when I heard the noise and I knew I was going to have a mess. The paint can had exploded and sent paint all over the basement. The furnace looked like it had been tie-dyed, and there was nothing I could do to get it off. I tried swiping at the paint, but it was only smearing on the furnace. I went upstairs to look for ways to remove the paint, but mom got home earlier than usual. I knew she would never believe the story about the furnace, but I had to tell her. When she walked in the door, she smelled the paint and asked where the smell was coming from. I told her I painted my airplane in the basement. That’s when I knew I was going to be found out. She had preached about the dangers of using paint in enclosed areas. She reminded me that spray paint cans were dangerous, and they could explode, and I gasped. She went downstairs, and all she could do was stare at the furnace. She tried to scrape the paint off with her nail, but it wasn’t budging. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, and she couldn’t stop. She said had always hated that green, but if I wanted to paint the furnace, I could have done all of it and not just in sploshes.