I'm not back, but, I had to share this with y'all

So, in SP works in the ghetto news, we now expand our coverage to "clearly, she also lives in the ghetto" news.

I'm driving home the other day, when I spot this store that I'm sure has been there for some time, but, since I'm usually driving like a madwoman (of which I mean under the speed limit, never on my phone, and no obscenities leave my mouth) because I detest commuting like you would not believe I rarely notice the stores and shops in the shopping centers near my home (also, I was going to write 'strip mall' cause ya know, some people call them that, but, I can't. It just sounds like the place that the "dancers" go. Or, in which there is a mall filled with "dancers". Either way, me no likey).

Anyways. This store/shop, it's called "We Only Wax". Which is curious cause, what are they waxing? It doesn't look like it has a garage area, so, I'm thinking that waxing cars is out, and also, wouldn't you just get your car waxed at like a fancy car wash or your car dealer? What about floors? Ok, maybe, but, can't you rent those floor waxing machines from home improvement stores? And, also, can't like Stanley Steamer do that too? What's left? Eyebrow waxing? Other parts waxing? And, can a store rely solely on waxing (anything) and survive? 'Tis curious....

Then! Then! Then! Even closer to my house--and I noticed this a few weeks ago--there's a place with a big ol sign out front that says "Local Cremation" and has a website listed (which I can't remember right now, but, am going to investigate this on my drive home). This is also in one of those shopping centers. But this one is home to a dentist, physic and "women's center". So, does this place arrange the cremations? "Locally"? Since it obviously can't be done at that particular facility. I always thought funeral homes did that? I have no ideas.

Now, it would sound like I totally live in the ghetto as my proximity to physics, waxing locales and cremation specialists, but, I swear, I don't. I live in a nice little suburb-eque neighborhood of the city.

Mojito Maven and Glam Newlywed, you've been to my house, back me up on this!

My neighbor drives a Jag! (not my next door neighbor, he hates us. He drives a Lexus. I'm not sure my other next door neighbor has a car/I'm not sure anyone lives there except that their yard is always immaculate and they have up holiday decorations, but, I've never, ever seen anyone come or go--except that time on the 4th a few years ago when the homeowner was rushed out via ambulance, but no neighborhood email went out saying anyone died and the house wasn't up for sale or anything. I probably live next to hoarders who don't go outside.)

(while my neighbors drive fancy cars I drive a Honda Accord that is beat to hell and the husband drives my old Toyota Tundra. Yes, we got married and he inherited my old truck. And it's even more beat to hell than the Honda. Mainly because the SIL smacked it into our fence a few weeks ago, but, that's not what's important. What is important? I live next to old wealthy people= not the ghetto)

So. I'm not back....yet. Am still trying to get things back together and pick up the pieces. Am still trying to wake up every morning.

But, at least now you know that I don't live in the ghetto.

Contrary to popular belief.

(I just live near the ghetto, I guess)