pammy sue smith.

There's a grown-up version of sneaking a treat into your mom's shopping cart at the grocery store. 

It's called sneaking a treat into your mom's shopping cart on Amazon. 

*Pam, if you're reading, stop now* 

A couple days ago, she gave me her Amazon password because she has Amazon Prime and I need a planner, like, last week (I did not plan on my cat throwing up all over the week of September 21-27, and I literally mean all over that week. I missed some assignments because cat throw up obstructs my vision, so thanks a lot, Binky.)  Anywayzz. Being a responsible child, I don't actually purchase things on her Amazon, which she should really be thanking me for, because I have that power at easy access.  Instead, I just sneakily leave things in the cart, because if I know Pam - and folks, I know Pam - she makes weekly orders on that things cause I think all of our gifts/books/tools/groceries/life is ordered on Amazon.  So I think between Dansko clogs (lol cute mom shoes) and a new toy for my niece, she won't notice that she's also buying me a phone cover. Oh and a book.  Thanks Mom!

p.s. This was Pam the other night scrolling through her Instagram on my bed (and by my bed I mean the guest room bed because as of late, I don't enter my room due to a spider infestation. And by infestation I actually just mean 3 spiders. BUT STILL).  Isn't she cute?!

ox/C

p.p.s Yes. I live with my parents. I'm 21 and my mom still has the ability to walk in my room at midnight for girl talk. This is a good thing and also a bad thing.