My mom defines the words, "power shopper". She is the Yoda of a screamin' deal (minus being green and wrinkly) I was pulled aside at the tender age of thirteen and she whispered in my ear. "never pay full retail, my young Jedi." (ok, she didn't call me Jedi) Shopping with my mother was comparable to a modern day boot camp. We would rise before the sun, hustle out to the car while she yelled, "got the maps?" "check!" "coffee?" "check!" "granola bars?" (come to find out this would be our only food for the next 10 hours, wtf?) "check!"
