I wake up and I am surprised to see Carol sleeping peacefully in my arms. Usually, she is up to one thing or another if she is awake and I am asleep and she tries to run at least three times before giving up and then she is mad at me for at least a couple of hours after. I get up carefully so as to not wake her up and lo and behold- Carol has painted on the walls. What the actual f**k? She has painted on all the walls! There is no way she didn’t know to paint on the walls! It was very clearly written on her Rules diary! I am wondering whether to spank her with the hand brush or not when the doorbell rings. I open the door to a tired looking Christian.
“Hey, where is Carol? I got us ice creams!” He smiles his hundred-megawatt smile and enters the house.
“She is getting a good trouncing. C
