Monday, April 28, 2008

It's spelled G-H-E-T-T-O

Brought to you courtesy of Nathan, a recap of our phone conversation today:

N: You know, it is big trash pick up today
Me: Oh, yeah, hence the closet door, rack, and lawn mower on the curb.
N: Well, I think if I get home and they haven't picked up the big items yet, we should take a drive around the neighborhood.
Me: Ah, why?
N: You never know, we may find a couch on the curb.
Me: (Pause) Tell me your kidding.
N: Well, I mean if you want to....you never know....
Me: Oh my God! Have we really gotten that ghetto? Really?
N: What!?! We live by some nice neighborhoods...you never know...

I don't remember what I said here....I tried to block the conversation out of my mind. As much as I could.

5 comments:

Kristal said...

LOL! Classic.

Maria said...

You have the best stories! LOL! :-)

Julia said...

Ghetto fab for sure!

Meghan said...

Nice. How's this for ghetto? My husband wheeled a huge stand-up Budweiser cooler down to our house from our neighbor's trash pile, and he thinks it's the coolest thing in the world. Awful.

Lisa said...

LMAO!! That is awesome :).