A painter gave a price to paint a church. When he got half way through, he realized he under bid the job, so he started thinning his paint. He finished at the end of the day. That night he tossed and turned all night. The next morning he got up and went to the church...sure enough his worse nightmares were realized. It had stormed all night and washed the thinned paint off half the church. As he stood there depressed with his head hung low, the clouds parted, the sun came out and a voice boomed from heaven:
"Repaint, repaint and thin no more"
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Several people have eaten my cooking and survived.
