I Made Out With Matt Damon

OK, OK. It was just a dream. And it ended after the make out session. And he's not even in my top 25 stars I wanna make out with. But weird, right? Then I saw him on ET and I got a little embarrassed.

Random Round-Up:
*The clock is ticking. Work is nuts. Shopping isn't done. Cards are not even started. 'Nuf said.

*Yesterday on my way to work, I saw a woman crying in her car. She had her hand half covering her face and I just saw it slowly erupt into tears. It was so sad and I've been trying to figure out what the possible reason could be. It was definitely not along the lines of "It is over with that cheating bastard". It was more "This is probably Dad's last Christmas" or "How do I choose between the electricity bill and giving the kids Christmas?". Ugh, I sincerely hope she's OK. Assuming I'm wrong on all accounts, I have to think someone is experiencing those situations so sending good karma out for all those experiencing difficulties during the holidays ...

*My precious 6-mo. old niece is rolling over. I captured some video of her pulling her knees to her chest, flopping to the side, letting out a mighty weight-lifter-esque grunt as she throws one hand down, lifts her head up, then lands the other hand down and lets out a squeal. Priceless. Then she ever so gently tucks her head and rolls right back down looking bashful at the cooing family like, "What? Did I do something big? Why's everyone cheering? Who - me?" I could link to it but she's not ready for her close-up yet.

*What genius thought it was a good idea to have Heidi Klum sing "Santa Baby" in that Victoria's Secret commercial? Oh my Lou, it's BAD. Let's leave the singing to Seal, Heid.

Ciao for now!