Can't win the Martha battle

I was wide awake at 4:00 this morning. It's Saturday, I know. Go figure. I still had to be at work at 7am, but I figured I would treat Chowhound to breakfast this morning since my motherly qualities have been questioned. I baked Strawberry Muffins before I went to work. I would like to brag that I hand picked fresh strawberries and made these from scratch, but I can't. Martha White and 1/2 cup of milk is about all I'm good for at 5am. I made the effort nonetheless and left a note beside them.















When I came home, I found this:














Let's see what he says when I don't fix him any dinner tonight. Guess who will be sucking up then!

Brat.