WACKY DREAM ALERT
I think my wires got crossed with Mama Sue last night. I was in a Michaels and it was tiny. The entire building had been sealed off with drywall so only the front registers and a small selection in the corner were available. I asked the lady at the register what was going on and she said that thanks to the economy they had to drastically downsize. I then started hyperventilating wondering where I would get my glitter and double-sided sticky tape.