When my snooty neighbor’s son sent a baseball crashing through my window, I expected an apology and a repair. Instead, they refused to pay and threatened me. But karma swung in from the most unexpected direction with a much better payback!
Attention, peeps! Picture this: You’re setting the table with a meal you’ve poured your heart and soul into. Suddenly—WHAM! A baseball crashes through your window, shattering glass and plopping right into your dessert. Worse yet, your little girl was mere inches from getting her head smacked. Scary, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me.
A baseball on the verge of shattering a window | Source: Midjourney
I’m Angela, 36, proud single mom to my little firecracker Penny (6), and fur-mom to Pancy the poodle and Bella the cat.
The four of us live in a cozy cottage at the end of Maple Street, a picturesque slice of suburban heaven.
Our little family portrait would make Norman Rockwell weep with joy. But every masterpiece needs a villain, and ours lives right next door.
