At least there’s coffee.

I’m heading over to Littleton to pick up some fresh crunchy greens for the shop in a bit and reminded myself it’s ok. Yesterday’s fiasco isn’t as bad as it could have ended up. I’m fine, Graze is fine, we’re all fine.

Thanks to everyone who reached out; it really made my crap day a lot better. I promise it did. I’m pretty decent at managing stress but somehow yesterday just started terribly from the get go. I decided put my phone away last night and my husband picked a movie so we watched Unhuman (which was cheesy and exactly what I needed), ate a ton of generic colby jack, townhouse crackers, and turkey pepperoni. I let baby sleep on me instead of putting him down in his crib and I felt 100x better.

I’m going to stop at the Java Room and have my guy make me whatever he wants. I should really ask him his name but every week I tell him to make me whatever and I look forward to something fun and exciting every time. Maybe I’ll ask him his name this morning.

I have so much to do today and getting excited for the Little Blooms floral arrangement class Friday night. Don’t worry, no eating or drinking will be taking place. You heard it here first.

The shop is open Thursday 10-4 so come hang with me! Take your food to go because again, eating is not allowed. Can I even eat there? No one will ever know. If I make a salad I’ll be sure to make enough for my neighbor over at Shakeoholic and enjoy it there.

I’ll be contacting the town again to figure out my options so until then.. or my next snafu, Happy Wednesday!

Abby