Yesterday morning started with an unpleasant surprise—a credit card bill in the mail, but not mine. It turns out thing2 opened an account while he was away visiting family and managed to rack up $3,246.59 in charges (and counting, thanks to interest).

To say I’m furious would be an understatement. He knew better than to hide something like this from me, yet here we are. Right now, I’m too angry to decide on a proper punishment, so for the time being, he’s in the doghouse—literally.

I’ll deal with this once I’ve had time to cool off, but rest assured, his punishment will fit the gravity of this mistake.