SHOCKING!!

Guilty Pleasure #842

I know the first step to admitting that you have a problem is telling someone.

To be totally honest with you, I'm not prepared to do that, because although my fascination with pop culture is great... it is still within the norm.

Norm being a relative term...

My guilty pleasure came in the mail a couple of days ago in the form of a magazine to which I received a free subscription six months ago. It's one of those magazine that adorns it's cover with celebrity photos along with words like "SHOCKING!" and "EXCLUSIVE!"...

When it arrives, Tony always sighs and says something along the lines of "Jackie!! Why is this crap coming in the mail?!!! I cannot even believe the fact that you read this junk!!!" (I cleaned this up a bit for your delicate ears)

That's usually when I say something like "Don't judge me.... I like to look at the pictures!!" Occasionally, I'll revert to my 11 year old self and toss in "You are NOT the boss of me!!!"

So the other day, when this weeks issue arrived in the same delivery as TV Guide,
(which is also a guilty pleasure because I count on it to see what's on love to read about what's coming up, breaking news and cheers and jeers...fellow readers will understand)
Tony came through the door announcing that the mail had arrived. I was working, so I wasn't focusing on home, but rather on work...

A few minutes later I heard him laughing, which on it's own wasn't that out of the ordinary...
I mean, he's a funny guy, which is part of the reason why he and I have worked out so well for all of these years. I figured that something on TV was the cause...

I continued working...


Several minutes later, I heard more laughter as he walked up with my magazine in hand to show me some pictures of stars without makeup (looking at them constitutes guilty pleasure # 201 ... but more on that later)

I didn't say a word, but filed the incident away for the next time he calls me out about one of my "things" that I love and he doesn't...


Hey Pot! It's me Kettle!