Magazine Mania

Magazines with gorgeous people come to our house consistently. We have six grandchildren who attend a private school. They have a magazine-selling quota and we used to try to help them meet it. Magazines line our hallways, are stacked on top of the refrigerator, and surround our TVS. And we have nineteen TVs. There are magazines under our pillows, under our mattress, and between the box springs. They have replaced the platform that we used to use to hold the bed up. We do not read them. We used to try, but discovered they are rather boring As we do not know any of these gorgeous people on the covers. Except Oprah. I do know Oprah. We are avidly watching Nick at Night And old Carol Burnett TV shows and John Wayne movies. We know them too. Watching them is in vain tonight, as our eyes keep wandering to the little black cocker spaniel puppy Who keeps slipping and sliding on magazines as she tries to get to her recliner.