Hacking

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?

Come on!

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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the hacking chicken