Some skydive.

I Wal-Mart.

Yes, there is a streak of daredevilry in me. Unfortunately, there are also raging rivers of nut.

So, yesterday, when the wild was riding high in my blood, I threw my anxiety-ridden butt into a Super Wal-Mart.

It went good. Didn’t freak. Didn’t flee. But…

Come on!

Wal-Mart?

I don’t even like the place.

Oh, it’s a mad, glad life I lead on aisle 73.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe