I made it to my Poohpa's house. It was a
long drive. About eight hours. We stopped a few times to get out and stretch or legs. One time we stopped at this HUGE Mexican knick-knack store. I didn't buy anything, though. It's odd, because I
love knick-knacks. I have a bunch of apparantly useless stuff in my room that I would never get rid of.
Sometimes I call my little brother Shrimp as a joke. While we were in the car, my brother and I were playing PictoChat on our DS Lites. I typed in that he was a shrimp, but my stylus slipped and it came out shr'p. He asked, "Does that say I'm a shrimp?" I told him no, because he looked like he was about to give me an Indian Sunburn if it did, and said that shr'p was Russian for gangsta. (I was learning Russian from a CD I got from a Chic-fil-a kid's meal. I have no idea why I thought of gangsta, it just popped into my head.) Then we laughed, and so now "Gangsta shrimp" is my second catchphrase. My first catchphrase is, "Think of all the tootsie rolls that could buy", to be said after someone says a large amount of money. I came up with it when we found a Game Card with 13 thousand points on it on the floor of an arcade. (The tootsie rolls were five points each.)
The other day I invented an awesome recipe. Put a Hershey bar, wrapped, in the microwave for thirty seconds. when it's done, snip off the corner and drink the chocolate. it should be thicker than Hershey's syrup, but liquidized enough to drink.