For the second time in my life, I ran out of gas as I pulled up into the driveway. The first time, Danny was so mad at me! But this time, my kids were with me. Tony got the little red plastic container that we use to gas up the lawn mower. Luckily (for me) there was gas in it! Just enough to get me in the driveway. It was raining, of course. And, just as Tony started filling my gas tank, it started to hail. Marisa was laughing, saying "This is so ghetto! Mom, this is ghetto! We look ghetto!" And, I say, SO WHAT!