We are remodeling our bathroom and yesterday I spent my day painting it a beautiful brown color (if I do say so myself). Anyway, after I had put two coats on the walls, and just had to do cutting in, I decided to take a break to eat dinner and grab a drink. My break was probably about 15 to 20 minutes. After feeling refueled, I head back to the bathroom to continue my work. I open the door and see AUDREY with the paint roller in her hand and a scared look on her face. WHAT?? I freak out wondering exactly what she has done... AUDREY!!!!! I look around and see she painted our brand new bath tub, tile/grout, floor, wall, counter, and our bright white new vanity with brown paint. I cannot explain the rage I felt at this moment. Daddy scolded her good, spanked her, and sent her to the corner. Meanwhile I scrub the vanity with tears running down my cheeks, feeling so picked on. After which I sent Audrey to bed for the night, making sure she understood what she did was wrong. Audrey never ceases to amaze me at what she will do next. Oh how I love this crazy little woman, and it is a good thing too, I don't know if she would have survived last night. Amazingly enough I got most of the paint off of everything that we have already replaced. But it does not mean that there is not any traces of what went down. The grout has some light staining, but pretty unnoticeable. Anyway, I thought I would share yet another adventure from the life of Audrey Paul. My crazy Audrey!