sarah two 345/365

I never got egged or TP'd in high school.
Lucky me, one of the joys that comes with having a teenage stepson is...
Getting egged. We got it last week, and I noticed shells but didn't look at
the house. This morning, I noticed and started cleaning it. This afternoon
coincidentally (since I just started cleaning this morning), while we were
home, it happened again. The boys were spotted running into their house. I
am so mad I am breathing fire and I want to break their stupid teenage
fingers. They are left unattended by their parents all day (and apparently
all evening too), and I'm not sure what went down between them and my
stepson to piss them off to this degree, but I'm a little underwhelmed with
being the target of this nonsense. There is egg EVERYWHERE and I won't be
happy til those little schmucks are out there with scrub brushes. I've been
breathing fire all day. I'm pissed.