Adventures in Painting Walls.

My husband has decided that we need to paint the living room. Mind you, I never said I wanted to paint the living room, but humored him and we picked out a color together at Lowe's. It was too light. It can barely be seen in the photos below.

A few weeks later, his mom is here and he picks out another color WITHOUT ME and buys ...albeit a smaller sample jar...it is a sample jar of misogyny, nonetheless.

My husband then waits a few days then decides to put his color on the walls. I come into look.

I look up at the wet and drying spots on my walls.

"You know what that looks like right?" I say.

He smirks likes he is afraid of what is coming.

"Mustard. Baby. DIAPER BUTT." I say.

"Uhh.." says my husband.

"Yeah it looks like someone took a fresh, well-fed babies' diaper and wiped it on my walls!"

Needless to say, the "I told you so" and a "That's what you get for not asking your WIFE" were thrown around along with some very sarcastic laughter on both our parts.

So now, this is the current state of my living room walls...

...Help me!