Painting the shower

So the shower had gotten really icky looking and I had the bright idea to paint it. Ok, bright is not the right word. Stupid comes to mind. So I do some looking around and find some gold spray paint. Why I thought gold would be a good idea, I have no idea. Ok, or even why I thought spray paint was a good idea. Let me just say I will never touch another can of spray paint again as long as I live.
So I taped off everything I didn't want to paint. I opened the window and I started spraying. It really did look pretty. I did even coats of it as best I could. When I finished off the can I realized I had paint all over my hands. I was was passing the mirror I realized I was coated in the gold spray paint. As were my glasses. Trying not to freak out I checked the back of the can and realized it would not be easy to clean off. So I head out of the bathroom screaming at the top of my lungs, NO ONE GOES NEAR THE BATHROOM. I head down the hall in search of something that I can use to remove spray paint from my hair, face and glasses. Thinking wouldn't everyone be surprised at how great the shower would look. After trying everything under the sun I could find in the house and none of it taking off any of the paint. I call my girlfriend. Praying she knew what to do to save my butt.
After several minutes of listening to her laugh hysterically, I told her I have better things to do with my time than listen to her laugh at my creative side. Hanging up I head back down the hall, almost getting stampeded by midgets who were in a hurry to go somewhere else and destroy something else.
Opening the door and seeing the paint was drying nicely I felt a lot better. So I went in the bedroom to lay down for a few minutes as I had a awful headache from the paint fumes. As everyone else started to arrive home I called them all to the bathroom for the unveiling of the new shower. As I pull back the shower I hear a few gasps. Trying to see through all the paint on my lens I can just barely make out little hand prints all over the walls. Almost in tears I turn around and try to walk out before anyone sees how upset I was. I have learned not to use spray paint in a house, I have learned when you say don't go near something they don't just go near it they through it over it and inside of it. I have also learned if you don't want something ruined stand guard over it.