The customizing of the paint took almost half an hour, but our patience was rewarded with two full buckets of the perfect color for Lea’s new room. I paid for the colors, and we were driving back home.
After about ten or so minutes into painting the second wall, my phone began to ring wildly. It was Frank, and I instantly began to mentally kick myself since I had completely forgotten about the photo shoot this afternoon! I reluctantly picked up the phone, knowing completely of the inevitable yelling that Frank had in store for me for being oblivious to my schedule.
“Hey Frank…” I said, desperately trying to sound mellow.
“It’s 1:50 Marshall, where the hell are you?!” He yelled back.
“I’ve been stalling the photographer for ten minutes; he’s getting mad that you aren’t here yet!” Frank continued.
