I am Martha Stewart, Really.
Martha Stewart started in her basement.
Secret Diva...just like me, except I ooze it so obviously.
I am going to tell my husband this. I don’t think he believes me when I sit down to do work for the business. I am really wondering why he doesn’t see massive dollar signs when he looks at me. I know; it’s because he is a man. I see massive dollar signs when I look at him, because I love him.
Really, I know that he is freaking out about the amount of money it is going to cost me to get the skin care line started. I have started itemizing what I need to purchase. I am trying to show it to him piece by piece. I am hoping to avoid any fainting that way. Wait till he finds out how much the marketing artist is going to cost. I mean I am going to get a discount because we know each other ( he dated my sister).
I am Martha Stewart so he shouldn’t worry. I think Martha solved her problem by ignoring her husband until she was ready to divorce him. Maybe…Damn, I’m out of ideas!
