Returning from a two-week trip, Victoria came home to a nightmare: her vibrant yellow house painted by her late husband’s loving hands had been repainted by her nosy neighbors. Enraged by their audacity, she decided to fight back and taught them a lesson they would never forget.
Hey folks, I’m Victoria, sweet 57… and I’m curious. Imagine pulling into your driveway after a long trip, only to see a completely different house staring back at you. That’s exactly what happened to me recently, and let me tell you, I’m still fuming…
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I live on a corner lot. Two years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Davis, a newlywed couple, moved into the house next door. Right from the start, they made snide comments about my bright yellow house.
They would laugh and say, “Whoa! That’s the brightest house we’ve ever seen! Did you paint it yourself?”
“Yup, me and a gallon of sunshine!” I’d say, shutting them up. “What do you think? Should I paint the mailbox next?”
