It’s a Sunday morning in the middle of a three-day weekend, and I’m relaxing on the couch in my yukata (Japanese summer robe), reading my final issue of Better Homes and Gardens.
I’m obviously not in their demographic, though, as their main stories this issue revolve around entertaining guests in the home during the summer months: garden parties, grill-outs, and the like. Don’t they know that most of my potential invitees have spouses, houses, children, and/or have much better things to do than hang out with me on a Saturday afternoon? Didn’t they get the memo that I’ve cancelled all future post-vacation parties, due to a lack of interest?
Hmph. Just as well that my subscription’s expiring, I suppose.