Scare me (Stupid)

I’m sitting here watching Martha Stewart talk about Halloween. My mouth is flapping open at the pure tasteful tastefulness of it all, and the incredible thing is, she’s just not stopping. I’ve tried sitting here in the hope that if I just stare it intently enough, it’ll go away; I’ve tried turning over, but something just keeps me switching back and finding that … … no, no, she’s still there, bibbitting away about making sure your floral arrangements match the fake blood trickling down the sid