GETTING KICKED OUTTA THE MALL... ALMOST

this afternoon, bri and wendy decided to go to the mall and they let me tag along with them. on our way out, we stopped so i could ride the horsey, but it wouldn't take my money, so i was forced to ride the firetruck, which wasn't as fun. :( well, the security lady who was bored to tears from standing around all day with nothing to do, decided she'd come over and tell me that i was a little big to be riding the ride. she kept repeating this, as if i had something to say to her other than the horsey was broken. i mean, it was like if i had just gone up to some person and said bananas or something. so now i'm assuming that she wanted me to get off, although i had paid to ride on the firetruck and she never technically told me to get off. i've always considered myself to be kinda small, and so some stranger (a whole lot larger than me) who comes up to me telling me that i'm too big is almost freakin' hilarious. i should've asked for my money back. lesson to be learned? i don't take hints!


latest teachings... apparently i'm a little big to be riding on toy firetruck rides in the mall... :(

song lyric/quote of the moment... weeeeeeeeeee!