"Tell me I did the right thing!" I said to my daughter! Of course, she thought I had messed something up or not done something I should have done. No, that wasn't the case. I simply had a dilemma that probably only happens at Christmas time. Any other time I could go shop for someone, find exactly what I need, but that would be too simple now! I left work today and headed straight for the shops (since I was sane enough to avoid the rush this morning) and not only did I find a great deal on things for Rachel, I saw the greatest deal on a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans - just my size 4! I tried them on and tried every possible means to convince myself that I needed to get them. I stayed strong, like an addict, like a gluton, I stayed strong. I found my way through the store, back to the rack and hesitantly hung them back. I hung them back trying to think of anyone I might could call who would be chomping at the bit to know what I wanted for Christmas. I couldn't think of anyone that would be as anxious as I was becoming. I left the store with the items that I'd gone to purchase originally and was reminded that I'd done the right thing. The cashier rang up the sale and I was with in .30 of what I'd brought to spend. I was absolved.