There was this one time....

I don't know if you caught it...what my consequences were for when I was out past my curfew...for every minute I was late, it was 2 minutes of work.

Well...there was this one time. I was at school at the community college and your Dad and I got into a huge fight and needed lots of time to talk it out. Obviously, I don't remember what it was that we fought over anymore it was so long ago. Needless to say, I was late coming home. This was before cell phones and I think normally I would get home about 1pm but it was probably about 6pm when I finally got home. My mother was angry and upset because she didn't know where I was and so she insisted the rule apply here. I was a bit furious and thought it was horribly unfair because it's not like I was suppose to be home at 1am and got home at 6am (although I did that later). She said that I owed her 10 hours of work. I was so mad and told her that it was not only my fault so I was going to make your Dad help me. Which he did...and our punishment was that we had to paint the bedroom. It was the room that was originally my older sisters room(and later after she went to college, I moved into it).

What we also did was write something like LP + AF with paint strokes on the wall. You could barely see it but we had the last laugh by doing that. I think Grandma probably painted over the wall when she got it ready to sell so you wouldn't be able to see it now but it makes me laugh thinking about it.