guilty pleasure

Tonight I am faced with too much of a good thing. One of my greatest guilty pleasures is reading magazines. I'm not going to justify this in any way because that's the whole point of it being a guilty pleasure, right? It's nothing but junk food for my brain and I love it. Anyway, there's nothing I like more than parking myself on the couch (or even better, in a bubble bath) and reading one of my magazines. I read all kinds- home and decorating, family and parenting, cooking, fitness, entertainment. I have a problem, I really do.

As if that wasn't enough, I also have a little catalog problem. Yep, I know. It sounds super, super exciting and writing this just now I wonder how much of a life one can have if a favorite past time is perusing catalogs a la Meg Swan (any Best in Show fans out there?). I love to pretend shop. I dog ear pages of clothes I'd buy and daydream about how fabulous I'd be if I had them. Then I throw the catalogs in the recycling bin.

So you see, I really do have a bit of an obsession with magazines and catalogs. And the mailman is my enabler. This afternoon I was delighted to find this bounty of catalogs in the mailbox:

Add this to the pile of magazines already waiting to be read,

and I have a serious backlog of reading material. It's almost too much of a good thing because I don't have a whole lot of free time to read these days.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do.