The weather has been warm for the past of couple of days and seriously it has provided me with a much needed pick me up. Next year I am SO going to Hawaii in the dead of winter so I can make it through with my chin up, because this winter has been unbearable. Anyway....Ally and I went on a walk on Sunday to enjoy the Spring sights and sounds of our "beloved" Sugarhouse. As we were walking I realized that we have come to know some secrets about Sugarhouse. First and foremost people either take care of their houses or they don't. Why is it fun to take pictures in front of ugly things?
Next, SHOP-N-GO! We have a gas station a few blocks from our house that is SUPER ghetto, but has become sort of a treasure. It's one of those places that sells soft ice cream, travel sized items, old maid cards, plastic handcuffs, sour cream, all kinds of booze, huge bags of watermelon sour patch candy, etc... It's like Ross, you look around and see so much crap, but if you dig deep you can really find some dynamite stuff. Anyway....if you can't see from this picture there is a cigarette propped up by the door, it's already been lit but was put out, it is currently sitting and waiting for it's owner to re-light and smoke the hell out of it. When I saw this I knew exactly who was behind the counter inside. Bleach blonde long pony girl, lets call her Smokesalot. Whenever Smokesalot is working, I can usually find her right outside the door doing what her name suggests. As I'm walking in she always says, "Are you going to be buying something in there?" Uh no lady, I'm window shopping at your ghetto gas station. Seriously? Yes I'm pretty sure I've saved up enough money to finally make a purchase. When I say yes, she looks all put out and dramatically puts her cig out.
Well that's it in the secrets department. Why would I post about the Secrets of Sugarhouse when I only know two. Hmmm....good question.
Oh and Ally and I became cake makers. Exhibit A: Corsett cake for Angie's bridal shower. Hot right?