My sister is so ghetto.
By now, most of you that know me know that I'm not right.
But if you don't know my sister, then you probably think that I'm the one of the two that isn't quite right.
Well, I'm not. And that's definitely true.
But neither is she. And here's the evidence.
My aunt and uncle had a birthday part for her daughter Sheldon and Shane this summer. When Susan gave the kids their presents (which, by the way, we were impressed that she remembered) she so proudly plopped them down on the table.
We all just sat there and looked at it trying to figure out what in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks she had done.
She finally announced in a "tee-hee" voice that she didn't have any wrapping paper (well, duh, we could see that) so she just did what she had to do.
She grabbed the Saranwrap and got to work.
She made sure to point out that she had put a pretty bow around it, which she had!
That, my friends, is pure genius. Maybe mad genius. But genius none-the-less.
Got a weird shaped present? No problem for the Saran Wrap.
Did someone use your tape and put the empty roll back into the drawer? Yeah. No problem. Saran Wrap is all over that!
And now I'm going to add a roll of Saran Wrap in the van so when we're driving to a kids party and I'm trying to wrap the present (that we most likely bought on the way to the party) in the car, I'll have a fall back wrapping paper.
You know. So just in case the emergency paper, scissors or tape that I have stowed in the van isn't there for some reason, I'll be able to wrap some poor child's present.
All ghetto like.
Because it's cool. And the new "in-thing" to do!