Rose almost blew up our house and I'm not joking. At about 7:30 this morning she spray painted a piece of wood (that my father was going to use for a project, but that's not important) in our basement.

After she did that, the entire house smelled like death so my parents went to investigate. She tried to hide it and she failed. They found the wood next to our furnace. Do you know why?

BECAUSE SHE USED, VERY FLAMMABLE, SPRAY PAINT THREE FEET FROM OUR, VERY MUCH ON, FURNACE.

Then, my parents had to open all the windows downstairs so the smell would go away. Since they opened the windows, my parents also had to turn off the heat.

Now I'm wearing two pairs of socks and a heavy sweatshirt so I don't freeze to death.

The best part is, Rose's reaction to this entire situation was begging my parents not to be mad or punish.

*resist the urge to strangle Rose*