Living With Martha

One thing I dont recall asking for for Christmas is anything Martha Stewart related, including anything from kmart with her name on it.

So when i opened my mailbox to discover a copy of Matha Stewart Living, I checked the address label to see who was supposed to get it, because obviously, it had been put in the wrong box.

It has my name and address on it.

In my shock, I dropped it.

At which point, it crawled in my apartment, redecorated my Christmas tree, cooked a seven course meal, and gave me advice on insider trading.

I finally got it to stop by piling assorted clashing clothes on top of it.

And to think, i get to go through this once a month.

Thanks, Mom. Its just what I always wanted. *cringe*