What a surprise; it never happened and. . .quite a few years later while de-cluttering and painting my office, there were the Martha Stewart magazines neatly stacked in the closed cabinets, all 50 of them! So, feeling environmentally guilty, I arranged to deliver them to a craft store here in Denver. They were so heavy that I had to box them and use a wheeled cart to deliver them.
So Goodbye Martha, I can never be you, but I admire you. You are like the perfect student in class, the one who gets straight A's, the one the teachers adore, the one who gets chosen for those secret sororities we had in high school, and also attractive. . .sigh.
But like those unrealistic dreams we have, dreams they are, so we take the best of those dreams and make a tiny part of them come true. Let's see which part? I know, I'll marry the guy I met at my high school reunion and live happily ever after. Martha did not do that.