I hate Home Depot...

...and Lowe's, and any other type of place that has a lot of shit I know nothing about. I used to have slight anxiety. That's all in the past, however, when I step into Home Depot, my chest begins to tighten and I ALL OF A SUDDEN get a headache. 'No, thanks, I don't need any help...why. Do I glow with stupidity when I walk in the door? Oh, I know, you're just trying to be friendly...but really. I'll find the nails I need in about 2 hours, please, just let me try. It's a personal challenge I must win.' Onward defeat.

Of course, we are greeted by a client of ours who doesn't know who I am, (only vice versa) because he's so strange looking. Not, like "woah, dude" but more like "hmmm, interesting"...you know what I mean. 

I absolutley LOATHE home fix-it places.

Blah.

So, we are bowling Friday, Defense against Prosecution. I haven't bowled since before I was pregnant. I can't wait. I hope I don't disappoint myself. I must live up to my 217 game circa 1987, in Austin. I just. don't. know.