The other day, I decided to go to Michaels to see what this new line of Martha Stewart scrapbooking products was all about.
As soon as I walked into Michaels, I was greeted by a dazzling photo showing Martha Stewart’s mug shot. I stared at the photo wondering how much money she had spent on her pearly whites or being the creative woman she is, did she perform her own dental work with various craft tools from her own line? Maybe we will be treated to an upcoming show called “Creative Dentistry by Martha Stewart” showing us on which scrapbooking tools should be used for each procedure and the grand finale would be putting on some lovely gems that have been dipped in her brand of glitter. Oh yes, I would love to learn on how to make my teeth sparkle in various colours of glitter. Maybe I should e-mail her so she can advise me on how to get my own choppers primed and ready for Canada Day and then all I would need to do is hang a Canadian flag on one side of my mouth and I will be all set.
Then, I woke up realizing that I should move my rear end which is comfortably wearing my favourite pair of boy short undies. I strolled up and down the aisle of Martha Stewart’s products. I saw HUGE sheets of paper that would make great kitty litter box liners! My cats will be so pleased with me for providing them with such wonderful HUGE paper to be able to use their litter boxes in style. There are even party hats there that I could even put on the cats as they do their own business. I can even decorate their party hats and have logos put on it for various occasions. One would be for the litter box business which will say…”Thou shalt not disturb me as I do my business” with a few ribbons dangling on top of it.
I finally came across those huge 18” by 18” albums. WHOA! I search around to see if there were any Incredible Hulks roaming around Michaels to see if any of them could help me lift one of them up. No such luck! I was about to ask one of the Michael’s workers to see if they could arrange for a forklift to come in and lift up one of the albums so I could inspect it more thoroughly but thought better of it. I decided to risk my back to haul one up to eye level and while I was lifting one up, I dropped it and it landed on my right foot’s big toe with a huge thud. Oh, the pain made me scream out loud. I am sure that everyone in that aisle could see my tonsils vibrating. One of the helpers came rushing over and asked me if I needed assistance. I felt like telling her to get me an ambulance and rush me off to the hospital. I knew that I was totally prepared for the ER this time around since I had my favourite matching set of undies and they were brand new. Instead, I sat on the floor admiring the vision of colourful stars dancing in front of my eyes with such brilliance that it would put Martha Stewart’s glitters to shame. I managed to get up to check out the rest of the products.
What did I see sitting up there? Pretty little paper cupcakes waiting to be snapped up. I thought to myself, “Wow, Martha is sure so thoughtful to have marketed these little dainty cupcakes.” I should snap some up for various reasons. One would be to tape them under my eyeballs to catch all the tears that were rolling down my face from the pain of my throbbing big toe. Another reason would be to put my pills in each one for medication to overcome the pain from my toe. And some to tape around my neck to catch all the sweat that I had produced from picking up the album to keep my clothes dry for the rest of the trip at Michaels.
Problem is that if I had taped these dainty paper cupcakes under my eyes to catch the tears, taped them around my neck to mop up all the sweat and holding each one full of painkillers in my hands as I finished off my tour of the supplies, something else would happen to me to warrant a trip in an ambulance to be carted off to the hospital. I can imagine the paramedics trying to bring me back to life with myself being so well adorned with paper cupcakes to the point that they couldn’t do their jobs properly due to extreme laughter. I would die on route to the hospital. The ER doctors wouldn’t be able to bring me back to life due to extreme shock of how I looked. I would end up in the morgue.
They will have to call my husband to testify that my cupcake riddled body was mine. He would get there. He would not be able to confirm that it was my body since there would be no Prima flowers to be found anywhere on my body. No one would be able to confirm that it was me so I will end up in the Potter’s field for unclaimed bodies pushing up daisies from six feet under!
All this because of Martha Stewart!
Oh my GOD! I can’t let this happen.
I must somehow always wear some sort of Prima flower on me in case I ever need to be identified some day!