Nails In My Coffin?

I finally have a permanent record. I did something about my bare-just-moved-in look of my walls. I HUNG UP PICTURES!! More specifically, I put nails in the walls. I knew this was against the laws of the Turner-land, but I just felt rebellious. My accomplice in crime, (alias: Frosty), actually took the weapon and did the deed but I was the real perpetrator. . .the mastermind behind this criminal act. I hired "Frosty" to aide and abet in this crime because she has the ability to do a very good whack job with her aim at nailheads. However, at approximately 18:00 hours Detective Jared walked onto the scene and instinctively knew there had been disorderly conduct. After discovering no priors "Frosty" was off the hook but I got busted! The forensic evidence was overwhelming! Later, I got an acquittal after an obvious confession of guilt. My official statement is: In the words of Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, "Well behaved women seldom make history." That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Crime scene A: Chalkboards I just made of my superhero girls. Chalkboard paint is the greatest invention ever!

Crime Scene B: Finally the picture that "Frosty" took for Detective Jared and I is being shown-off in all it's glory.

Crime Scene C: These pajamas were worn by all my girls and I had to have their skivvies exhibited in our half-bath for guests to laugh at for black-mail's sake (another crime I'm guilty of).

Crime Scene D: This is for the girls' bathroom. I think it's a good message to the girls of uh. . .enduring to the end?

Plainly you can see that this was all a crime of passion. . .for crafting and decorating. What is your verdict? Guilty or Not guilty?