My "delicious" salad

My husband AJ is notoriously kind and loving. He makes me a healthy lunch every day. Except when he's ghetto stylin.'
Yesterday was Sunday- we were out all day, and had a tiring, but fantastic time. We decided to order in from Big Louie's, the best burger in the neighborhood. I got an avocado bacon burger, which came with the cold ingredients packed separately. A half an avocado. Yum. I put it on my burger. Some shredded iceberg. Yuck. Not worth eating. Gives me a tummy ache. 2 pale tomato slices. Red Spanish onion. Too strong for me. Will have bad breath tomorrow. No matter. I repacked the yucky veggies and put them back in the bag. It was the avocado I really wanted. It really was a delicious burger.
Today I unpacked my lunch. Guess what was inside? You guessed it. Rusty shredded lettuce, pale tomatoes, Spanish onions topped by a stack of salami, a chunk of cheese, and a big squirt of ranch dressing. Oh geez. I ate the cheese and salami, but this time transported the recycled ingredients all the way to the compost bin. There's ghetto stylin' and there's just plain nasty.
Oh- thanks honey.

I Spy the Family Bills

Can you find the family finances in the first photo?  Look below to see our ghetto stylin' method of bill organization.  Hmm, J Crew.  Stylish.  Not really when it holds all the bills that need to be paid.  This is one ghetto style that has to go.

Ice Loves Coco

My Spring Break discovery. No comment necessary.
But it is really, really sweet.

The Auger

You've heard about the auger that broke the shower.  You know about the toilet that didn't work and we had to use the auger once a week until we replaced it.  This is the famed auger.  We're thinking about selling it on Craigslist.  Ghetto stylin'?  Probably just plain tacky.

As seen on TV and on my front door

A few years ago we bit the bullet and replaced the sliding door that leads to our living room. It wouldn't close or open. We thought that a French door would be beautiful.
Well, our builder was ghetto stylin' and not in a good way. He hired our youngest son to put on the door. That should have been our first clue. If Tom knew how to put in a door, he would have done it for free.
Anyway, after we had the second new door put in, it was never quite right, and even a new door doesn't solve the problem of two dogs always scratching and pushing on the screen.
So we're doing what we do best- ghetto stylin' as seen on TV!
Genius!