Just discovered this: Morgan Spurlock's "What Would Jesus Buy?" Rock on. Because my lack of spending is a radical activist statement that in no way springs from my abject poverty.
I am such a fountain of holiday fucking cheer today. Can you stand it? The perky Daisy will rear her little lovebead-adorned self when I wake up in the morning and realize it's Sweet Potato Casserole Day. We do not believe in marshmallows; we use crushed walnuts and then we burn it a little and it is crispy, crusty heaven.