E: Mom! You really need to come see what P did.
(E is my informer)
Me: Ugh. Do I really want to know?
E: Probably not.
Me: Ugh. Am I going to want to spank her?
E: Probably, yeah.
I trudge up the stairs and enter my room, where P has taken her fudge bar, when she knows she is supposed to eat it in the kitchen, to see chocolate on my winter comforter that The Husband took off the bed, but did not put away in the closet.
Me: Ugh. At least I can wash this.