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In case anyone didn't know, I have a "thing" for Martha Stewart.
It has nothing to do with her bad girl image. I have lusted in my heart after Martha long before she went up the river.
I have no idea why, either. She is a darned attractive lady, that's for sure. But it must be something about the combination cookie baker/doily maker/beauty queen that just makes me quiver.
Did you see that? Right there? I have never used the word quiver before in describing an emotional response with me. But Martha just does that for me.
Which reminds me, I tend to have some weird quirks. Stop snickering. Now. I'm serious, Kevin.
Kevin is a RW friend who has pointed out that I tend to be rather regimented in my behavior. Just because I ate the same thing for lunch (PB&J) and dressed in the same color clothes for 2 straight years doesn't mean I'm regimented.
By the way, my clothing, or outfits, as my metrosexual friends called them, were rather Monk-like
No, not those guys (though I do like the robes and the structure)
more like this guy
Every day, I wore a light blue cotton oxford button down shirt, blue pants, and white socks. I owned 6 of these shirts and 6 pairs of blue pants. On the seventh day, I rested. I mean, I wore something different, like khaki pants with a dark blue shirt. I'm crazy that way.
It was just easier. I have trouble with colors, not that I'm color blind, I'm more color stupid. The Crotchety Old Lady never lets me pick out my own clothes when we go out in public. About the only thing she lets me choose is which pair of white socks to wear, because white socks go with everything.
Warning: This post was published while the author was pantsless. Do not look down.
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