To my surprise, I noticed that my parents started buying the rag magazines a few years ago when they'd go up to the cottage. NOT like them at all! (my parents are definitely snobs) They'd leave them behind at the cottage, and I'd be so excited to find them up there. I decided that if they could do it, so could I. The next time DH and I went up, we picked up groceries and I hurriedly grabbed about four of them at the cash and said to the cashier, "Quick, put these in a bag before someone sees them!"
I haven't had the guts to do it again, though. geez... I'm DEFINITELY a snob.



I wonder if I should be discussing this stuff with my therapist... 

