When I walked out of my door this morning to head to work, I couldn't help but notice the police at my neighbors house taking pictures of his nice black Cadillac Escalade that was sitting on cinder blocks because some low lives decided to jack all 4 of his tires with the rims. I thought to myself...ewww, I hate living in the ghetto. Then the line at Starbucks was way too long and I couldn't get my usual morning coffee....not a good morning so far. THEN......I leave work to head home for lunch. I am a block away from my house and notice yet again, the road closed off by fire trucks, police cars, and an ambulance. I wondered what happened...then I noticed the crowd of ghetto men wearing red sweatshirts, red beanies, and red rags....hmmm another great thing about living in the ghetto....GANG violence. I finally get home. Open the door and hope to take in the scent of my beautiful Christmas tree so that I can unwind and relax. Instead, I smell poop and pee. My stupid freaking dog peed and pooped all over the kitchen floor. She decided she would rip up her pee pad and grab a clean towel off the couch, drag it into the kitchen and poop on that too. Did I clean it up?? No, I took pictures, blogged about it, and left and called my husband and told him he has some Sh*t to clean up when he gets home. He thinks it is really funny. We will see how funny he thinks it is when he gets here at 2:30!!