Is it just me, or is online shopping like the greatest invention since the BeDazzler? I've had enough of the long lines, the hysterical parents making lame attempts to exert authority over their sticky-fingered spawn, the frazzled cashiers trying to figure out how on earth to gift wrap a pinecone candelabra. I'd much rather do my holiday shopping while planted firmly on the couch. Click, click, BUY.
The only problem? Total addiction. Suddenly I find myself buying holiday gifts for people I barely know, logging in during my breaks at work to check for updates on the Zhu Zhu Pet shortage that's sweeping the country (I have eight-year-old cousins and this is a national crisis, people!), or to find out if anyone has outbid me for that autographed R. Patt poster on eBay (it's for my hairdresser's daughter, I swear).
But something's gotta give -- otherwise I'm gonna break the bank or give myself carpal tunnel syndrome. I mean, I suppose my grandma doesn't need another velour Santa's Little Helper costume for her Pomeranian, after all, and the nurses' lounge really doesn't have room for any more festive tins of flavored popcorn, anyway.
Alright, your turn to 'fess up. What's your guilty holiday pleasure, and what do you do to fight temptation?