So...that cross stitch above pretty much sums it up. We are totally ghetto these days. Allow me to illustrate my point. Yesterday, these guys came by the house to replace the windshield in one of our cars. For whatever reason, they removed the old windshield and then informed me that they weren't able to put a new one in. Their advice was to have the car towed down to the body shop where it could be fixed and then a new windshield could be put in.

Well, being the cheapskates that we are, Peter insisted we drive it down. So, this morning he gets in the car with no windshield, and attempts to follow me to the shop. We picked one that was nearby, about a ten minute drive from our house. To make a long story short, we couldn't find this blasted place for over 40 minutes. Every time I looked in my rearview mirror, I had to laugh because it seriously looked so funny watching Peter drive around with no windshield. Especially when I accidentally got on the freeway. If only I had my camera, you could have enjoyed the scene too. Let's just say Peter was NOT enjoying it.

Which brings me to my next ghetto moment...every fall SLC has an awesome street clean up day where we throw anything and everything in the street and they come pick it up. We replaced our toilets a little while ago, and I need to put them out there, but I am waiting until the last possible second (i.e. 6:00 am next Monday) because I think it seems pretty trashy to have nasty old toilets on your parking strip. Although, people literally drive around and pick through every single pile and last year there wasn't anything left for SLC to pick up besides tree branches. So I'm conflicted here..should I put aside my potential embarassment and put the toilets out early so someone can have the opportunity of swiping it, or should I wait until the morning of and sneak it out there? Hmmm.....haven't decided.

Here are some last few ghetto moments that have occurred lately: #1 we were driving in the car and I knew all of the words to this nasty rap song by Ray J and Peter was shocked...(so was I...what?), #2 Peter and this old man got into it the other day because Romey was pooing on his parking strip (and I was standing there picking it up)....sample conversation "I'm going to call the cops because you are trespassing on private property"...."Go ahead. Good luck with that", #3 two nights ago I swung by Little Caesar's at almost 9 pm because we had no food in our house and we were both starving. (Not so ghetto worthy, considering that happens more often than not, but I was running out of examples).