I'll give you a moment to ponder the utter foolishness of my decision.
Done pondering? Good. My observations on said magazine: All but one of the articles were no more than half a page long. The one article that was longer (about Brad and Angelina's most recent additions to the human race) reminded me of a picture book--a full-page photograph and then one sentence of text. I'm not sure how many pages long it was--I put the magazine back on the rack and watched the nice people in front of me unload their dog food.
What kind of culture do we live in, that magazines written for adults are designed to require no more of an attention span than that of the average five-year-old?
On a lighter note, this is what we were out of that necessitated said emergency Wal-Mart run:
Dad: "No, Tammy did."