My guilty pleasure is celebrity gossip.

Maybe it is in my blood because my grandmother has a excellent collection of old National Enquirers going back into the 70s in the attic. I would go to the store with her and we would get an issue and she would read it while I colored in my high chair. I fit into that thing until I was eight and I was so sad when I finally had to sit in a real chair.

Give me a celebrity blog and I’m a content. Add in some Milano cookies and I’ll have a nice little afternoon.

Anyone else want to confess their own guilty pleasure?