I have become addicted.
I never understood why my friends would bring magazines to the lake or pool when we would go. "Whoooo wants to read a magazine? BORING." Kind of like when I was little with McDonalds french fries + Happy Meals... "Why wuold they put these in here? No one likes them." Little did I know, I would become a french fry addict.
Currently I am ADDICTED to magazines. It's a recent development. I love the recipes. The tips. The eye openers. The DIY. I've been reading a lot of the fitness-y ones because I feel like they keep me slightly motivated to stop eating french fries. My parents get "Sunset" at their house, and I've read the two they currently have a few times now. Like I'm going to find something I missed the first time around or something. Poor Aaron gets to hear me say, "Look at this recipe! I'M GONNA MAKE IT!" a little too often.
And Bloggys! I LOVE finding new blogs and reading them. I'm totally addicted. And I love when my friends make new posts (hint hint) so I can catch up on their life. I love looking at the pictures, and I love hearing rants about things I've ranted about before. It's wonderful.