So, this is obviously a pic of my shattered van window. No, it wasn't broken into (which I guess is a small blessing). Sunday morning, right before we were going to leave to go to church, my girls come running into the house (they were waiting in the front yard on our porch swing) saying that someone just broke our window. So, Lisa and I go out and sure enough the window is shattered with a six inch hole in one side. Hannah tells me they were playing hide and go seek in the bushes when they heard a loud pop. Then they saw the window. Meanwhile, our neighbor, diagnally across the street from us, is mowing his rocks. He had just started to trim his bushes by leaning his mower all the way back and lowering it onto the bushes. So, I go over to him and let him know that he just broke our window. He says, oh theres no way I could fling a rock that far. Maybe one of your kids did it? Why can't anybody take responsibility for there actions? I understand that it wasn't on purpose regardless of how stupid his actions were. All I wanted was a little bit of backbone and a willingness to compromise, but no I get an all out denial when it is obvious what happened. That is so frustrating because lisa and I usually try to take the high road and rather than start a nasty fued we will just take care of it, but it seems like that is what happens in every altercation I have been involved in. I would love to meet a responsible individual someday!! I guess that is why we have insurance.
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