1. Matt Damon is NOT the sexiest man alive. Sorry, People Magazine. The hottest man alive would have to be my one and only, The Husband.
2. I have such mixed feelings over the array of gift cards being sold at Giant for other chain stores. I'm sorry, but that requires so little thought and isn't that the point of giving a gift? To be THOUGHTFUL. YET, I am strangely relieved that instead of emergency buying the very obvious "grocery store" gift (aka box of candy/fruit basket/flowers/ground beef) I can actually get something of value that the recipient will actually use. Ohhhhh....I just can't decide what to think about it and isn't it sad that I can't somehow find some resolve about something so unimportant?
3. My final thought in the line was how I would need to lose about 127 pounds to squeeze past the "tractor trailer" size cart (with the kid seats. Oh yeah. You know which one I'm talking about) and actually be able to put my groceries on the belt without becoming a contortionist. The irony is that for as much as #3 BEGS and PLEADS in all ranges of LOUDNESS, she jumps ship after the produce aisle and doesn't even ride in the darn cart for the next 45 minutes until our journey comes to an end. And, yet, we repeat this ordeal each and every time we go to the store. Why? Because, as my good friend, Hannah Montana says, "my brain is the size of a peanut".