Let me start by saying, this all happened in one afternoon in a two hour period of time. Not quite the glamourous life I pictured when I was sixteen, but when you get everything you asked for out of life, you have to laugh at the small disasters. Wednesday, March10th was no exception.
Bree came down the stairs so I could drive to her friend, Austin's house for a playdate. She told me David had painted on her (freshly finished painted walls that morning). When I went upstairs, this is what I discovered.
I cannot even find the temples to tape them back on. I had to order new glasses.
Yes, as a matter of fact that is black paint on white walls.