Four seasons? Oh no, there are five

The fifth season is coming. I can tell because my mailbox was stuffed with catalogs. Yes, it's that time of year: catalog season. Those precious months before the gift-giving, shopping-spree holidays arrive are upon us. If you're like me and you don't have a mail slot right at your front door, you take a basket or even a Lil' Red Wagon with you to cart all the mail back inside.

Some of the catalogs are for JP. Some are for both of us.

Some catalogs are for me, and here is what companies think of me:



I am a parent who is concerned about buying safe products for my baby. Even if that means using car seat straps that look as though they could possibly choke him.



I need to improve my home decor and should be a gracious host to my family at Thanksgiving by spending $5,000 to turn my home into a beautiful, relaxing autumn-themed retreat.



I like to bake, especially pies, which I carry around in the back of my pickup and deliver to neighbors.



I like to shop for well-made, sensible clothing, which I wear while dragging a dead tree through the snow in the mountains.



I am concerned about my health, have a fun chick friend to work out with (by the sea!) and wish I could look 10 years younger.



Whoa mama!

Want to play along? Write a post showing the catalogs you get (not magazines, newsletters or anything you pay to receive), and I'll create a list here.

BTW, if you want to stop getting so many catalogs in the mail, sign up here.