once upon a time.

at the airport coming home from st. louis, my flight was delayed for a bit and since i had slept in i knew i wouldn't be asleep for the whole plane ride so i went to buy a magazine to pass the time. i was looking at the huge wall lined with magazines and i couldn't decide on which one. because if i was going to buy a magazine, i'd better really like it and it'd better last me the whole time. i looked at dwell, but i wasn't interested. then i was looking for real simple, but it wasn't with the other home magazines. but i caught a glimpse of martha stewart's magazine by the fashion magazines so i moved over there and a woman walked up pushing her stroller to the same section. and every magazine i was considering, she picked up to look at, too...
i may look 16, but apparently i'm pushing 35. with a baby to boot.