pants are the worst. hang on. ok that's better. don't worry i'm still wearing pants. actually don't worry if i'm wearing pants or not.
when i want something pretty bad, i make my mom pretty aware of it. like a cat for example. we should have a cat counter in my house. because i know i've said it a number that even though you think your mind wouldn't be blown, it would. its not that i do it on purpose... its just that my mind becomes so obsessed with a certain idea that i have to make everyone around me aware. again, and again, aaaand again. you know what i'm talking about guys. so my latest craze... cocomotion. it's so fun to say. cocomotion. that's probably why i would tell her about it so much, just because i liked to say it. well that, and that it's an amazing contraption. one day she finally said where do we find one of these. i told her probably at the great wal mart, she hated that idea because she hates wal mart. and she told me to call kmart. i told her that kmart doesn't know anything. mindy was in the middle of us, she's not a fan of arguing, so she called kmart, asked the question, and was put on hold for too long that she finally hung up. POINT PROVEN. we compromised and tried out shopko. yeah i was pretty convinced that shopkos weren't around anymore too. lo and behold, in all their glory. i was immediately drawn to a pair of footie pajamas, for grown people, that were sooo amazing. i begged my mom, even shouted across aisles to get them in my life asap. she wouldn't. then i found a book, and i said mom! i turned the corner and she said, i found a book for you. we were holding the SAME book!! it was a cat book. i made her look at it with me. i ask her which one she thinks is the cutest, because i figure if i brought one home that looked like that, she would be more susceptible to keeping it. she doesn't like skinny barnyard lookin cats. we did the same thing with some cat posters. we walked around and i tried to get her to get me some fuzzy pillows and some sugar. wasn't having that either. we found a cocoa latte. i guess it's a classier name than a cocomotion. it'll do. i stared at all the pictures of cats on the cat food and got lost in time, but that wasn't the only thing i lost, my mother was no where in sight. i started to panic. but then i found myself in the toy section, making things dance, and bouncing balls around. i finally got reunited with my mother and she scolded me. it was the moment when i said "open sesame" to the automatic doors on our way out that i realized i had acted like such a child the whole shopko trip. i felt good. on our way home we sang to john denver, some days are diamonds, some days are stones. that day was a diamond.
