Dagnamit, WOOT!, you took my money again!
Every day I tell myselft that there is nothing more I need in my life, and yet, all too often, the psychic WOOT! gods post exactly what I've been shopping for - a laptop backpack, a professional-grade laptop, a first aid kit, a robotic pool cleaner. I don't think you read that last one: A ROBOTIC POOL CLEANER. How do the WOOT! gods know I just bought a house and had to fire the pool guy that came with the house for being creepy and so I needed a robotic pool cleaner? Are they watching me?
My relationship with WOOT! is a little weird, I admit, but I think we are working things out. So long as my credit card authorization keeps going through, we seem to be fine.