Dear Friends,
I am a poor excuse for a girl. The Sexiest Man Alive told me so last night, and obviously he must be right, since he is The Sexiest… never mind. He was shopping for Toys for Tots. Every year, he grabs a cart at Target, fills it up with cool stuff, and donates it to kids. That’s awesome. So, he needed help buying good girl toys, and since we had some success when I went with him to pick out his clothes, he invited me along for this task. Apparently, I failed. I apologized for enforcing my political agenda on his toy-purchases, but I didn’t think I was too extreme: I just didn’t want to buy Barbie, or the stereotypical girl toys. I wanted things that would encourage interaction and learning, like the art set, and the Hello Kitty jewelry making kit (and I have to point out that Hello Kitty probably beats Barbie when it comes to girly). Also, I wouldn’t let him buy anything violent or war-related. We picked out cool stuff, like spaceship Legos, Simpsons Clue, a supercute teddy bear, and a wooden train set. I thought we did a good job. He said that next year he’s going to just find some teenage girls in the toy department and ask them. I told him I hoped he got arrested. Jenni