martha fuckin stewart

so yesterday i met martha stewart. and not only that, but she ate pie that my mom made. i know. out of fucking control. so the story: the fam and i went to westchester to where erika works bc they were having this fall harvest fest deal. and that included a pie bake off, judged by the ona nd only martha stewart. this wasn't publicized, but since erika worked there i had the inside scoop. so we (my awesome mom) made this fantastic fucking raspberry pie. and there was a bake off. AND it was being filmed. it's going to be on her show, so keep an eye out all of you daytime tv watchers. so she's walking down the stage, tasting all the pies, her and this bitchy red-head who is apparently the editor of martha stewart living. so i am in the from row, right in front of the stage. and martha is RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. and she turns to consult the bitchy red head about who should win, and she says she likes the grape, apple-brandy, and RASPBERRY (our fucking pie!!!!). but then bitchy red head, says, grape and apple. WE WERE ROBBED! stupid bitch.