dippin' dots

So I have always enjoyed my sister Amy's enthusiasm for life and her desire to be spontaneous and have a fun time. The time we chased all over town trying to find the Olympic Torch when it was on its way to Atlanta or the time she jokingly popped up in the back seat on my blind date and scared the guy I was with, are just some of the ways she has been outgoing. Well fortunately her husband and son have tamed her down a bit and she hasn't been quite as crazy as she used to be. So when her and I were at a BYU/Utah Basketball game at the Huntsman Center without her son and husband her care-free spirit returned. We were watching the game as it was pretty close. And then I look down and see a group of girls all eating dippin' dots. I leaned over to Amy and say, "We could get Amber some dippin dots for tonight," as it was our sister's birthday. Well Amy took that full force. She ran out to the dippin' dots both and asked if she could buy a bag. The lady, a very nice college student age girl, proceeded to tell her that a large 50 oz bag for 30 bucks. Well Amy quicly forked over the $30 and before I knew it I found myself running after her out of the Hunstman Center. She is yelling behind me (as she is the athlete) that we have to get it on dry ice or it is going to be soup when we get home. Well unbeknowndst to me (as I was still in watching the basketball game) my sister was outside the portal getting strict instructions on how to get this delicacy transported. So I hear in random ear-shot distances that we have to get to the closest grocery store to get a cooler and dry ice. Now I must insert here that while it was a warm summer day it was by no means record-breaking temperatures and the drive to our houses consisted of about 20 minutes from the UofU campus, but Amy (who I love more than I can say) has no sense of direction or time and is running full blast to our car in the Institute parking lot, however, she slows down just enough to ask a biker headed up-hill on his bike (probably in the middle of training) where the closest grocery store that sells dry ice is located. The man stops while Amy is still running, mind you, trying to explain to her that she can probably get some at Smith's that is on 5th south and 5th east. Well I am sure the man probably thought we had an organ and that Amy stole it from the UofU hospital by the way she was funning and the intensity of her question of where to get a styrophome cooler and dry ice. Well we got the dry ice with minimal damage as she is screaming for me to jump out of the car and throwing her wallet at me out the window. Well needless to say it added to the fun party that night as we all sat around eating dippin' dots and hearing how Amy had got them for all to enjoy!!