The Shell Story... as told by my mom...

Ok, if you read my last blog dedicated to my little sister, in the comment section you saw my mom commenting on something she called the shell bazaar story... I had no idea what the heck she was talking about. So, I told her she could write the story and I would post it since I have no idea what it is. Turns out it's about me, and I promised I wouldn't change a word of it... so here is the shell story as told by my guest blogger - my mother. (Now remember, my mom is very sensitive to all medication, including Tylenol. I think she hallucinated all this cause I don't remember one second of it!!)

So here is the story of LeAnne and the Shell .

LeAnne was the little princess when she was growing up. She was the first grandchild on the Gallick side of the family, so to say she was spoiled would be hitting the nail right on the head. Example: When we would punish her for doing something wrong and she would cry, her grandpa would take her in the bedroom, and slip her a twenty so she would stop crying - but let's get back to the shell story. When LeAnne's grandparents came to visit one Christmas, we took them to a store called the Shell Bazaar to buy souvenirs to take back to Pennsylvania. LeAnne liked all the pretty shells so she helped herself to one of the nicer ones. We didn't see her do it and didn't know she did it until we left the store and saw she had it hidden in her pocket.

When we pulled away she brought it out and her dad said "where did you get that, who bought it for you"" and of course Grandpa stepped in and said he did. But she knew she did wrong and said she took it - so back to the store we went for her to return it. Grandpa just wanted to pay for it and daddy said no. She had to take the shell in, apologize, and pay for it. The people were very nice and they were going to give it to her but dad made her leave it, along with the money. Grandpa was not happy and was mad at LeAnne's dad for embarrassing her, but grandpa did admit he would have done the same but LeAnne was special and we just should have let it go.

Oh, well, just to let you know that's the Shell story and I do believe she hasn't stolen anything from that day.


Well, I do remember getting money from my grandparents all the time... yeah, no denying it... they spoiled me something horrible. But grandpa and grandma were right - I am special :) But it's killing me mom called me "a little princess." Can you imagine me a "little princess?"