When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
Martha Stewart Claps Back at Ageist Haters with Perfect Response!
Martha Stewart, the famous businesswoman known for her cooking and home decor skills, is in the spotlight again.
This time, it’s not about a new recipe or DIY project.
At 82 years old, Stewart is challenging ageist stereotypes and expressing her unique style, especially with her fashion choices.
Recently, at the Fashion Group International Night of Stars gala in New York City, Stewart was asked about how she dresses at her age. When questioned about “dressing for one’s age,” she effortlessly dismissed the idea, replying (via Huffington Post), “Dressing for whose age?”
Stewart’s rejection of age-related fashion rules is empowering for all women. She boldly says she doesn’t consider age when choosing her outfits: “I don’t think about age. I think people are more and more fabulous than they’ve ever been in their senior years, and I applaud every one of them,” according to Page Six.
Her confidence shines through as she proudly states, “I’ve dressed the same since I was 17.”
Beyond her red carpet appearances, Stewart has been turning heads on social media with her daring fashion choices. From poolside photos to becoming the oldest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover model, Stewart fearlessly embraces her sensuality and self-expression.
In a candid interview, Stewart expressed her delight at being recognized as a sex symbol at her age, viewing it as an opportunity to inspire others. “I’m a teacher,” she declared, as per Huffington Post. “I’m trying to teach others that you can look great. There’s no reason to slump around.”
When asked about her future plans for posting “thirst traps” on social media, Stewart maintained her trademark wit and spontaneity. Whether joking about capturing a snapshot with a polar bear in Greenland or simply leaving it to fate, Stewart’s playful attitude towards life is both endearing and inspiring.
Stewart’s refusal to conform to ageist stereotypes should inspire us all to realize that self-expression knows no age limits!
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