I don't get why every animal and kid in the neighborhood thinks my yard is public domain. It isn't. First, it was the place of secret dog parties and now it is the place balls come to die. If I wanted to have balls all over my yard, I'd have kids. Now, I am trying to teach my annoying neighbor kids a lesson because their parents are doing a lousy job of it. For months there were many multi-colored balls in my yard that I would toss over the fence when an annoying (and loud) kid would scream over the fence, can you throw my ball back? even though I was never sure how the ball got over the very high fence in the first place. When he wasn't screaming at me, he'd ring my doorbell during dinner or the good part of Lost. And, when it wasn't him or his equally annoying siblings, it was his even more annoying mother asking for one of the many balls permanently denting my green grass. The other day I was standing at the sink about to toss out a paper plate when I saw 4 balls in my yard. Four dirty, gross balls IN MY YARD. I had HAD IT! I threw the balls in the garbage. They weren't even good enough to donate to poor kids who need balls- kids who would cherish the balls and not keep tossing them in someone else's yard. Days went by and there were no balls in my yard. I was so happy! No annoying sticky kids rang my doorbell during any important moments between Sonny and Jason. This morning, my happiness came to an end. There were two brand new balls in the yard! They are now in my car waiting to go to Goodwill.
If 4 of my favorite balls vanished in the neighbor's yard, I think I'd be really careful about being sure my brand new balls didn't end up there. I don't get these kids. Apparently, they don't me, the Queen of Follow Through, either.
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