I went to Wal-Mart tonight. We all went to Wal-Mart. Me and my three sisters and nine of the eleven cousins. We looked like some kind of non-traditional "that's what you get in Utah" family, only nobody was wearing dresses or bonnets.
I got a few things, and then stood in line. And stood and stood and stood. This was Wal-Mart after all. The self-serve check outs were all having problems, and the girl trying to run them was having trouble keeping them going. The next best thing was the 20 items or less checkout, even though the guy in front of us had AT LEAST 100 things.
No exaggeration. There were a lot of small things, but each one had to be scanned. We waited in line, as patiently as nine cousins can.
We survived, and made it home JUST in time for the premier of High School Musical 2.
Did I mention that 7 of the cousins are girls in the prime High School Musical demographic? A basement full of screaming groupies.
That's why the adults are watching upstairs.