At what point should I admit that I have a problem?

On any given day, at any given time, if you were to come into my home, you may very well hear

my magazine holder crying....

...crying for help that is.

It's become pretty clear to me as of late that I am indeed an Obsessive Catalog/Magazine Subscriber (OCMS). That's right, I have more subscriptions to magazines and children's clothing catalogs than my grandma does arthritis meds.

My living room could make any doctor's office around the country have a small subscription complex. They don't have anything on my stash of periodicals.

This is just some of my problem. The ones shown above are part of my newest stack collected over the past month or so, of which only about 1/4 have been touched.

If I find a company's website that has decent looking kid's clothing (they don't even have to be super-duper cute, just decent, and they've got me) I immediately find the link at the top right corner (or sometimes bottom center, believe me I know) of their site for the 'request catalog' form and off I go entering in all of my mailing info.

It's a sickness, it is, really.

Phone rings: "Oh, you say you're giving a year's subscription to the magazine of my choice at a discounted rate? And it will benefit which organization? Sounds great, sign me up!"

In my defense however, my magazine choices have changed, as have my roles in life. But that's not to say that I don't devour the really juicy ones while waiting in the cashier's line at the grocery store.

"Oh you only have two items, sir? You can go ahead of me."

Because I may or may not have just found a really interesting article on Brangelina, with tons of pics to boot! Or maybe I'm getting educated on how celebs are 'just like US'.

So now I'm finding myself swimming drowning in an ocean of unread mags, and catalogs with the sticker across the front that reads: This is the last issue you will receive if no order is placed by...
Basically they're starting to pick up on the fact that I am an OCMS and I usually have no intention of placing an order and well, they're beginning to take it personal.

Can't a girl order a catalog and look at it at her own leisure (and as I typed that word 'leisure' I pronounced it with a short e sound, not a long e, because that's how they say in on news programs now and I think it's a hoot)?! And so what if I'm making Fall recipes involving pumpkin spice next summer? In the words of my man Bobby Brown, "It's my prerogative." No?

Anyone else fall into this category with me?