It all started about a month ago. My sweetie was talking to his sister on the phone, shortly after Christmas. At some point in the conversation, his sister made the comment that I am “the Martha Stewart of the family”.
Just to clarify, I do not see myself as the “Martha Stewart” of any family, let alone mine. But I found the comment to be quite funny.
My sweetie and I moved on to other things and time kept marching along. Then, two weekends ago, we were sitting at the dinner table when my sweetie reminded me that we needed to pick up a birthday card soon for his sister. I laughed and said we better pick it up that weekend so I could get it in the mail Monday…because as the “Martha Stewart of the family”, I couldn’t have the card showing up late.
Well, my sweetie, joining in with my playful mood, said: “It’s too bad you can’t stick a little cupcake in the card. That would be funny!”.
At this point, my sweetie claims that my face lit up and I had a devilish grin on my face. I think he’s probably exaggerating. I said, “cupcake! I would send a whole cake!” My sweetie laughed but said that would cost way too much to send, to which I replied “not with a flat rate box!”
Well, once the idea was planted in my head, I just couldn’t leave well enough alone…so…two days later, this is what I placed in a flat rate box on its way to my sister-in-law:
Needless to say, my sweetie’s family found the gift to be very funny. Happy Birthday, Kim!