...And this is why it's called GFY Martha

Why oh why did I spend so much of my twenties leafing through Martha Stewart Living?!  I still look through those pages with longing and admiration...  But I've picked up an unintended critic... that I can't seem to shake.
So - we've been pretty busy lately - good busy, mostly.  We've had family parties to attend in Illinois and Kentucky.  We've been over at friends houses to have dinner and to swim.  Mostly fun fun fun stuff.  We are about to leave on a not totally unexpected but not so fun trip to Wisconsin.  So why is it that my inner Martha won't stop nagging me about the stupid housework while I try to get us set up for another trip?

I hate you inner Martha.  You are the worst kind of bitch.  I know that you care that the towels are all matching and pristine and hanging just so.  Why can't clean and hanging up be enough for you, inner Martha?

I know the carpet is disgusting, but quit bitching at me about it! Hopefully no one will be in the house while we are gone - and if someone is, I doubt they would be the type to judge me for not having vacuumed this week!

Martha, it will all get done sometime!  Sheesh - It's not like we're putting the house on the market the day we get back!

(BTW - you all would be surprised how difficult it is to find pictures of Martha where she isn't smiling...  I would have thought with her reputation that you could have found at least a few pretty quickly!)