Goodbye to Ghettoville

So you say my ride ain't fly? Well, I talked to the nice lady at the bank. Can you say "pimp my ride"? Scarily enough, it was all arranged in one afternoon. I may actually be on the road to becoming an adult. Yikes!

Come Tuesday, the divamobile starts one of many makeover dates. We're going shopping this afternoon for wheels and tires. Unfortunately, spinners are not in the budget.

But if I can find an affordable chrome crash gate... there may be negotiations. ha!