She turned and began walking back towards me. As she did she swung the paper underhanded and flung it.
I watched as the paper went up and up, disappearing from my view above the garage. I could see my wife watching it. Then she made an "uh oh" face.
"Did you just throw my paper on the roof?" I asked her.
"Yes," she replied. "I was trying to be helpful." Then she smiled, got into the car, and drove off.
At least her intentions were good, if not her aim.
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