"If a picture paints a thousand words then why can't I paint you?"

Painting is the one home improvement that I thought I would definitely be able to do well. I am generally a patient person, and as long as I have a good story or some great music to listen to, I actually somewhat enjoy doing mindless tasks. In fact, some of my most profound thinking is done cleaning the bathroom or sitting in traffic.
I discovered last year however, that though I read books on painting, watch HGTV like a madwoman and have at least a moderate IQ...I am the world's worst painter. Last summer we moved into our first house and I painted a couple walls in our living room white. They had been white before, but I thought, new owner, new coat of paint. What could possibly go wrong? To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what did go wrong. All I do know is that it looks terrible! There are drips everywhere and where I cut in is so much better than where I rolled.
I am sharing this story because I am preparing to paint the bathroom (another painting adventure...we had to paint that room in the dark) a light blue this weekend. It is currently hospital green. This is meant to serve as a warning for the potential painting tirade I may engage in early next week.
(Post title is a quote from the song "If" by Bread)