what would you do for 12.00

Old Navy had its 12 dollar one day jean sale yesterday. Ella went to the the circus with Jeff. Claire and I went bright and early to Old navy to get jeans. I had a list of sizes, my mom wanted me to pick a few up for her too. I drove up to the store at 10:00 and stuffed Claire into the stroller. The store was packed. I elbowed my way into the store trying to part the sea of women looking for a deal. Found my sizes that I needed and proceeded to get to the line which looped around the store. I glanced down at Claire, she was missing a shoe. Nice... I had to leave my coveted spot in line in order to locate the renegade shoe. I finally spotted it after about 5 minutes searching, just when I had almost reached the shoe, it got kicked under the display case. Excuse me, pardon me, I am trying to get on my hands and knees to reach under the case. Pushing, shoving, dust bunnies, and finally a shoe. I look up thrilled to have my shoe and there is Claire who managed to unbuckle herself and is now standing in the stroller about to take a header off into a pile of discarded jeans. I go to grab her and a very kind woman tells me that I need to watch my child a little better because she could hurt herself. I had a very un-Christian image of me wrapping my 12 dollar jeans around her pudgy neck. I spent 45 minutes in line, sweating like a pig, was reprimanded for my lack of parenting, but I got 3 pairs of 7 dollar jeans for the girls, 3 pairs for myself, two for Jeff, and two for my Mom. When I got home tired but a little bit giddy, (there is nothing like a good deal high) I enthusiastically showed Jeff my hard earned deals. What did I get? A hug, a we saved a ton of money dance.. .nope just a "thats nice". Men just don't get it.