Well, I am ready to join the FBI. I’m, like, hardcore, or whatever now. I have been to Costco, and braved the mobs or crazed shoppers as they frantically searched for the sale items. In fact. . .I was with one. My mom. Being dragged around to multiple stores, is a sad, sad, thing. It’s cruel. After a while, it starts to get to you too. You start to go. . .yknow. ..sorta crazy. I’m not kidding. Like when you actually get EXITED over a good deal. lame-o. Usually you leave that to adults. . .but being around my mom while she is shopping is a bad influence on me. So today, after going to the hundredth store, in search of a few particular items, I began to grow weary of getting thing after thing for my mom. I was bored out of my brains. Two sisters were in the cart, acting crazy, and playing with dolls. The other sister, and I marched silently behind my mom like robots. When the cart became hard to push, seeing as how two kids, and groceries for a family of six were all sitting inside of it, mom asked one sister to get out. But she didn’t want to. So she started complaining. . .and I said in my best “SAFTEY FIRST” safari guide voice “All passengers over the age of 4 will be asked to please leave the cart. Thank you. For those of you who will be riding with us to-day, we ask that you keep all arms and legs INSIDE the cart. Thank you.” . And then IT happened. My mom said “Yah, thats nice, but can you RAP it???” And so, being the dummy I am, I did. In COSTCO. In front of EVERYONE. “da da da DUM! Ahll puh-puh-puh-asangers. . .OVAH da age of f-f-fouar. . weee-illl be – dun dadadun- ask-ed tuh pu leee uz leee-uh-veee da cart. Th-Th-TH-THANK YEEEEW! Foooo’ th-ooose o you dat weeeul be ridin weeith us to dayyy- dum dum da da da- we auyask dat yewww keep awwwl arms an leeegs EYIN-SIYDE da cart. THANNNNK YEEEEW!!!” and then I took a deee-eeep breath, shoved my hands in my pockets, and looked around. People were staring. People were laughing. So was my mom. My sisters were staring. I was studying my shoes. Make that INTENSELY studying my shoes. In between burst of laughter, my mom said “Well *laff laff* Amanda *giggle* Just sang in the store. One of you girls need to blog about it *laff laff*” I realized everyone must think I am nuts. I realized that I was beginning to act like my mom. So I squeezed these few words though my teeth. . .”you. are. a . bad. influence. on. me. It’s. VERY. SCARY. ” and walked on. At least my sisters started behaving a little better. untill one of them realized they had dropped their stuffed animal. Then she jumped out of the cart, and hit the ground running. She darted in between carts, grabbed the precious animal, and ran back to us. She then jumped up (I have NO idea how she made it all the way into the cart) got in the cart, and sat down like nothing ever happened. She picked up the animal, and began to play with it. Mom and I looked at her in disbelief. “wha-how. . .you. ..WHY DID YOU DO THAT!! I ALLMOST HAD A HEART ATTAC! AND HOW DID YOU DO IT!!??” I demanded. and she shrugged. By now, shoppers who had viewed the entire scene were looking at us. We were receiving knowing smiles from other parents with small children. We also got a few scowls too. . .and some people were just plain out laughing at us. And to top off this wonderful day, one of my sisters just came up to me and held a sock up to my face. At first i thought it was just a sock, but then I saw a big, juicy, worm/slug thing sitting on it. And, naturally, I screamed. Actually shrieked is more like it. Then I slammed the door. . .and would you belive me if I told you that a picture fell of the wall when I slammed the door? Because one just did. And my mom was on the phone the entire time. My life. You gotta love it. . .cuz if you don’t you’ll go nuts.