Fifteen days into the annual salute to fudge. Are you detecting a theme here?
Your teen-ager submitted her Christmas list today, which consists entirely of items identified by numbers and initials (DVD, CD, MP3).
These gifts, while assaulting your bank account to the tune of a couple of house payments, will nonetheless be so small in their digital marvelousness that the kid's entire haul can be displayed inside a snow globe, batteries included.
After today's shopping trauma, you'll need as much fudge as you can get your hands on.
Unfortunately, you can't afford it now.
(Note: I am a regular contributor to Mormon Mommy Blogs, and I've got something so deep, powerful and evocative over there today I just had to tell you about it. Seriously. It's as life-changing as the time I discovered that having a crush on Orlando Bloom meant I was a lesbian. And guess what? It's short! Go on. Go read it. Shoo.)