I have a LOVE HATE relationship with the lady. So much that I want to do that I feel paralysed by it all and end up doing so much less than I really want to. Here’s the thing:
- Does Martha REALLY only sleep 4 hours a night?
- If yes, how, goddammit?!
- Is she bipolar too? That would explain A LOT – the energy, the minimal sleep, the criminal nature.
Totally unrelated to my paralysis, of course. But just like the Real Housewives of OC use the TV broads as their inspiration, I use Martha, Martha, freaking Martha.
To add, well, injury to injury, I now get her daily newsletters to remind me of how little I actually get done. Crap!
I feel like work is getting in the way of life. Again. And that I need a big long break of, oh, forever, to get going on all of this.
But instead, this weekend, I intend to:
- Use the crates we found during the renovations to make some succulent gardens;
- Stick some happy wanderer in the ground so I don’t have to stare at ugly fencing when I do the laundry;