Okay, so my friend Kate gave me a cool Martha Stewart craft item she got at BlogHer, because alas, I was not invited to the Martha Stewart shindig. It's like a hole punch that you use on the edges of a piece of paper to make them all lacy and such.
My daughter Molly was looking at the box with me, and we discovered something of which we doubt Dame Martha would approve. "Separately" was spelled incorrectly.
Oh yes, someone at Martha Stewart Living apparently missed the "There is A RAT in separate" lesson. Perhaps she missed "The Principal is your PAL," too.
Molly circled the error and put it on my desk with a note: "Speled Wrong. Email Martha." I know, how cute is that? "Speled."
Now of course I'd like to let Martha know, because she has certain standards she would like to uphold, but I'm a little nervous.
You see, although I am a Martha fan, I acknowledge she has a wee bit of a reputation. And if there have always been a few rough edges in her personality, I doubt they are smoothing out as she gets older. I, for one, grow grumpier and more short-tempered every year I'm on this earth.
If she were a friend with rice in her teeth or toilet paper on her shoe, I'd tell her, but do I risk the Wrath of Martha over this momentous matter?
Perhaps it's because we're so close to Halloween-- thanks for my cute stairway mice Martha--but I have visions of HRH Martha dressed as the Queen of Hearts shouting, "Off with her head!" about the poor copy writer or assistant or lackey who wrote the offending prose.