Who charges a $500 bill for a family  BBQ? My stepsister Karen, that’s who. Instead of paying, I decided to teach her a lesson in family hospitality—with a twist she never saw coming.

Ugh, guys, you won’t believe the nerve of some people. Every year, my stepsister Karen throws this massive Fourth of July party. We’re talking burgers piled high, enough potato salad to feed a small army, and sparklers that light up the night like a mini Las Vegas. But this year, something happened that left me FUMING…

The party was great. We laughed, ate until we couldn’t see straight, and the little ones had a blast setting off sparklers under my husband James’ watchful eye.

By the end of the night, I was stuffed, sweaty from chasing after my toddler, and secretly wishing for a nap that wouldn’t be interrupted by a chorus of “Mommy, can I have juice?”As Karen started packing up, she mentioned sending leftovers home with everyone.