OUR HOUSE STINKS!

MY DEAR HUSBAND HAS BEEN WORKING ON HIS LITTLE BICYCLE FOR A FEW WEEKS NOW AND I'M NOT SURE I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! EVERY TIME I COME HOME OUR HOME SMELLS LIKE SPRAY PAINT! UGH! AND EVERY TIME HE SPRAY PAINTS HE OPENS THE WINDOWS (I DON'T THINK I HAVE TO REMIND YOU ALL HOW COLD IS IT OUTSIDE AND HOW MUCH I HATE BEING COLD) AND THEN HE LIGHTS MY FAVORITE CANDLE (ANOTHER REASON I'M NOT HAPPY!) AND TURNS ON THE FAN TO DRY THE PAINT FASTER! OH AND CAN I TELL YOU WHERE THIS BIKE IS AFTER IT'S WET AND DRYING!?!? HANGING FROM THE VENT IN THE CEILING IN FRONT OF OUR PANTRY DOOR. THE OTHER DAY I OPENED THE PANTRY DOOR AND HIT HIS BIKE FRAME ON ACCIDENT WHICH SENT IT SWINGING BACK AND FORTH, EACH TIME IT CAME BACK IT WOULD HIT THE PANTRY DOOR UNTIL SHAD RAN OVER TO STOP IT. THEN HE SAID "CARLY!" AND I SAID "IT'S OK, IT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THE DOOR" AND HE SAID "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE DOOR!" HA HA. OH THE JOYS OF BEING MARRIED TO SHAD!