Gracious Master,
I don’t ask for much; please help me get some sleep over the next few days. Help me to not obsess over this woot-off. Help me think of my kids, my wife, and my job as much as the “next deal”. And please–help me to get a usb disco-ball, a cool iPod, and a bag-of-crap. May there be good comments, funny pics, and no sassy, political comments.
Love, your adoring son.