That's right, friends, for today's BEDA entry I'm going to take you on a little tour of one of modernity's most sinister evils: the craft store.
While running some errands today (shoes! a pair even named "the Gwenda," which I had to buy), Christopher needed to procure some supplies for a–supremely manly–project he has underway in his lair (work bench area). I decided to accompany him, but, almost immediately upon entering the store, we were cruelly separated. What follows are the actual texts and photos documenting the seedy underbelly of craftdom.
ME: Help! Where r u?
ME: SRSLY. They have doll heads and hands!
CHRISTOPHER: Aisle 17B, scary freak!
ME: I am not the scary one!
ME: Take this! (It reminds me of Holly.)
CHRISTOPHER: Found it. Almost done.
ME: Are u sure u don't need some Hannah Montana stickers? There r lots.
CHRISTOPHER: Ready to go. Register.
ME: What about my pretty jewels?
CHRISTOPHER: I have left. Outside.
ME: They still have Tiger Beat in this universe!!!
CHRISTOPHER: No way.