On Monday afternoon I found myself temporarily frustrated by the fact that my fridge is so full of food, I couldn't figure out what to fix the kids for lunch. Then when I finally made a decision, I had to dig around to find the fresh veggies. When I was cooking I realized what great problem that is, and how stupid it is for me to feel frustrated about that. I think that problem ranks right up there with not being able to decide on an outfit or trying to choose between a latte and a frappuccino on a warm but rainy day. I'm grateful to have the luxury of stupid problems once in a while.