I am that lame…

I don’t buy magazines that often. I’m kinda cheap that way. Once in a while, I’ll pick up a copy of Real Simple when Bald Man and I make it out for coffee, or if I have a coupon. However, there was a magazine that I just had to pick up the other day. And Bald Man was amused.

Bald Man: *chuckling*

Me: What?

Bald Man: I think it’s funny that you bought a copy of People knowing that you bought it because Tim Russert was on the cover, and not because Mario Lopez was on the cover.

Me: Yeah, I am that lame.

Again, I don’t buy magazines often. I just wanted that one. I was really saddened by the death of Tim Russert. I think the American people lost a true friend the day he died. It’s not all that often that you can listen to someone you don’t know, probably never will meet, and feel like he’s honest about the American government and does his job, day in and day out, to serve you.

I know there’s probably nothing written in that magazine that I can’t read on-line. I just wanted it. For Tim Russert. And not a half-naked Mario Lopez.

Now, if it had been Heath Ledger. (Is that bad form? I know he died, too. But man, that boy was beautiful…)

See why Bald Man doesn’t have to worry about a wandering eye with me?