Every few years, Bacall does something that I feel she needs to be paddled for. She suffers, or should I say I suffer, from her Empty Container Syndrome.
You don’t know what that is? Well, as an example, it’s when you put a pack of sliced cheese with only one slice remaining back in the refrigerator and do not note it on the shopping list.
I settled her account this morning with several brisks paddle licks. I then followed with a normal paddling.
I figured there would be payback and there was. She found her arm was in really good form and paddled me full throttle.