I'm going back to work.
I get to take the Princess Royal to the Disney Store to spend the gift card Santa left for her. Joy.
I'm allergic to Disney stores.
May I borrow you allergy for a bit? please? pretty please with sugar on it?
If you feel slightly nauseous when entering the store and observing all the new not-so-subtle ways they've come up with to promote their latest movie offering, have trouble breathing when your darling offspring holds up the new and innovative Mickey-and-his-friends-transformer-castle-pirate-hook-cuddly-animal and you notice its price tag, and finally feel yourself descending into cardiac arrest when the clerk calls the object a good choice, praising the "timeless classic" that is its inspiration in perfect pitch with the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean booming in the background, you've already got it.
We'll all die.