I feel like a pre-adolescent boy stashing his stolen Playboys in every nook of his room. I even tell my friends when they see a new stash of glossy goodness not to worry... I only read them for the articles, not to actually order the $3000 sofa from Restoration Hardware that I've been fantasizing about for weeks on end.
This is the pile currently sitting next to my bed
patiently waiting begging to be read.
I may even have a few more stashed under the bed.
And maybe a couple under the couch too. Shhh.