Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Yo Homey!

We all have ghetto moments in our lives, this is to be ours.
It happens to be Tuesday.
Hot outside.
We all get a tan sitting in the little private porch we have.

After a good meal I spot Paul trying to roast a marshmellow over the kitchen stove. So I try to stop him, saying we need to do it over a fire. It's better that way because then you can catch them on fire and burn them, and there is nothing better then a burnt marshmellow!
We find the cheap ass one time grill, light it up and start roasting these little suckers..it's not even dark out, we should of listened to Paul and done it when the sun goes down. Which in Sweden it doesn't really happen anyways in summer.

Actually it has started to get dark earlier now for once now that I think about it. Anyways, it's 1000 degrees outside and like idiots we are all dressed like bums, me in black of all colors, and we stand over this mini grill, roasting the marshmellows like we live in the ghetto. Was quite fun!


Me and Carolina

Me and Carolina



MOM said...

not the ghetto days, lol. we did not live there. was lots of fun, bet you enjoyed do that again. love you, mom

Maja said...

burnt marshmallows are the best!

Mrs CeCrux said...

I know we did not live in the ghetto mom..lol...i'm just saying that we acted like we lived in the ghetto yesterday here in sweden..silly girl!

i agree maja!

Old Knudsen said...

What a nice well of ghetto where is the big two litre bottle of "beat the wife?"

Mrs CeCrux said...

beat the wife was out back!