confessional: craft store poo

That's right, folks, craft store poo. Mr. G insisted that I blog about this, because it is something I suffer from and he witnessed for the first time today. 

WARNING!!!!! TMI ALERT!!!!! 

You have been warned. Continue reading at your own risk!!!

Since you've decided to continue on, I will confess to you that every time, not just most times, every time I go to a craft store, I have to poop. Literally. Every. Single. Time. It's usually about 5 minutes in. Even if I have already had my daily BM, somehow, another is coming down the chute and needs to go swimming. It's usually preceded by the most FOL (Fresh Off the Log) gas that has ever been emitted.   

I'll be standing there deciding what shade of coral is the best for the sea foam green I have at home when the poofs start. It's only a matter of time after the first reekfest fart has involuntarily vacated my body that another customer ALWAYS rounds the corner. There is no question that I am the source of the ungodly smell. I pretend like the stench doesn't exist and meander down the aisle to round the corner and beeline to the ladies room. 

You guys, what is it about Hobby Lobby and Roberts that creates this urge within my bowels to release?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!!!

I can only think of two things:

1.) Crafting is relaxing
2.) Crafting is stressful

Either way, I have to poop. The upside is, if I'm ever feeling backed up, I know where to go....