So there's this really mean kid named Peter that lives behind us. Here's his background check:

- hit a kid's head with a milk crate (purpose); kid needed stitches
- has an AirSoft Gun; shoots in his backyard
- stole my Baseball mit from our garage
- stole our frisbee from garage
- lied multiple times
- trespasses on other's property

So you understand how mean he is.

Anyways, he and my other neighbor, Nick, were playing baseball in our backyard (without anyone's permission). Nick pitched to Peter, and Peter swung and the bat slipped out of his hands. It flew into our downstairs window.

Katie & Anne freaked out because they were downstairs at the moment.

The windows have two sheets of glass. Only the outer sheet/layer was broken, but it's completely demolished. We have a babysitter

- phone call - 4:51 -

- end phone call - 5:17 -

Sorry, Aunt Kathy on the phone. We talked about the broken window, she got my e-mail in two seconds and decided to call. =)

Anywho, "We have a babysitter..." and that's what really stinks. We already called Mom & Dad's cell phones. Neither picked up so we left messages. Still haven't called back.

It was funny. Lauren and I were just sitting in the kitchen like "what do we do now?" It was realk akward.

// Sarah \\