Once upon a time,
when I was a kid I was at my grandmothers and while the adults were in the house I found a gallon of red
paint and painted the white fence red.
Well they were more than shocked when they confronted me and I said "you know you shouldn't have left
that red paint where I could find it."
When we're backed into a corner we don't want to admit what we did was our choice.
Nothing can make you pick up a cigarette and smoke again except you!
PS
I was also known to oil the couch when it was squeaking.
