I just made a little girl cry. A sweet, blonde-headed, pigtailed girl trying to sell Christmas wrapping paper and candles to her evil, mean tired neighbor.

The kids have been ringing my doorbell all afternoon. 4 neurotic dogs, a cranky baby, tired momma, and school fundraiser doorbell rings at 5 pm just don’t mix. So after I put G to bed at 5:45, I taped this sign to  the door.

10 minutes later…DING.DONG. Bark, bark, bark, bark, waaaa, waaaaa. SERIOUSLY?!?

I sprint to the door to find aformentioned sweet pigtailed girl standing on the other side of the glass holding her fundraiser order form. I knock on the glass and angrily point at my sign. I get this look:

So I opened the door and let her have it. I did- I yelled at a kid. After my rant I said “And that is why I put the sign up!”

All she said was, ” I…I…I didn’t read it.” Well, obviously.

So I’m sure I made her cry and she’s probably told all the neighborhood kids how mean and wicked I am and now they’ll be rumors that I kidnap kids and keep them prisoner in the basement (and it won’t even matter that we don’t have basements in Texas; they’ll all believe it anyway).

And I should feel awful. But I don’t. If you are old enough to sell cheap crap to your neighbors, you should be responsible enough to read signs taped to their doors.

The End.