Martha Stewart and I could be twins. She’d be the perfect, talented twin, and I’d be the evil, slightly disturbed counterpart who tried to eat her in the womb. We just have SO much in common.
I picked up the latest Martha Stewart Living magazine at the library (I’m not paying for that) and found her holiday calendar in the front of the publication. I was amazed at how similar our Decembers were with all the parties and decorating and such. Here’s a few examples of our activities that are eerily identical:
Dec. 4: Martha flew to Canada to speak at the Fort McMurray Public Library.
Dec. 4: I picked up this magazine at the Kearns Public Library,
Dec. 10: Martha will stake the tomatoes in her vegetable greenhouse. (That’s darling.)
Dec. 10: I will clean the black, mushy tomatoes out of my vegetable bin.
(See what I mean. Twins.)
Dec. 17: Martha checks her back-up generators to ensure she’ll have electricity in the event of a winter storm and power outage.
Dec. 17: After the power goes out from the latest storm, I will gather all the birthday candles I can find and try to strike a match on the kitchen counter because I’ve lost the striking surface from the box.
Dec. 22: Jude and Truman stop by to make holiday cookies with Martha
Dec. 22: I contact E-Z Restore to fix the damage done to my home during my Christmas Cookie event with the grandkids.
Dec. 24: Today, Martha finishes decorating and cooking for her Christmas brunch. Her menu includes–Oysters with mignonette (?), Buckwheat crepes with mushroom filling (o. . k . . ), Creamed spinach with poached eggs (really??) and ham with lingonberry jam. (I need Rolaids just reading this menu.)
Dec. 24: I frantically shop for last minute gifts. At Walgreens.
(Selling tape and cheap toys 24 hours a day.)
Dec. 25: “Christmas brunch with family and friends–and caroling, of course.”
Dec. 25: Collapse in a holiday heap under the tree with a bottle of Patron.
Dec. 27: Martha remembers the birds this season, and makes birdseed pinecones with Jade and Truman. (Who the hell are Jade and Truman?)
Dec. 27: Christmas is over, people!!! I’m not doing anything else. Feed your own damn selves, birds.
(I don’t think they like your pinecones, Martha.)
Dec. 31: Martha finds room for improvement as she makes her list of 2014 resolutions!
Dec. 31: Screw it all. I’ll be in bed by 10.