Dear Paint

Dear Paint, I don't know how you do it, but you manage to get everywhere. I found you on my steering wheel, I found you on the seat, I found you on my clothes, my lips, my hair, my eyelashes, and even my toes. And I wore shoes when I painted! I know, crazy! My pants got so painty I couldn't get them to stay up. Thank you for going on the walls of my new house nicely. I will try to be nice to you if you stay on them nicely. Les