Common Sense called.
It said, "Stop shopping - you filled your Christmas list weeks ago, and you don't need any more tee-shirts/shoes/jeans for yourself."
I said, "What do you know? Mind your own business and go bother some poor soul giving a beat-down to an eldery to get at that last Wii for their spoiled child. Trust it, there's a Wal-Mart somewhere in far more desperate need of your assistance right now."
Common Sense replied, "So that's how it is, huh? Not gonna listen? I got somethin' for you."
At at 8am, there was a knock on my door.
I opened it to find Mother Nature standing there.
And before I could invite her old ass in for a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee, She silenced me with her -3 degrees temperature/-30 windchill breath.
And through the death chill, I faintly heard the words, "Shop this, bitch."
Pass the hot chocalate and the remote.