I’ve chickened out of going to Hobby Lobby.
Let that sentence sit for bit.
Who in the freaking world gets all tumbledy-tummied about visiting Hobby Lobby?
I’ve been there a dozen times. Today would have been no different. There was no pressure. I was going there for card stock, for pity’s sake!
I am trying not to let this little defeat lay me low, but, honestly, I’m choking on carpet fuzz right now.
Chloe, the hacking chicken