It's here! It's here!

I'm talking to my sister on MSN from work and she told me that my Sept. Vogue finally arrived and "weighs 1000 pounds. And I'm guessing more than half of that 1000 pounds is ads." Yes, my dear, sweet, fashion-hating sister. That magazine is filled with ads. Ads that I love. Sometimes I love them even more then the actual editorial content. Now I just have to wait seven hours until I get home and can flip through it and sigh with pleasure. September is the best month of the year.