Hey, I'm not a cross dresser, I'm shopping for my wife

It's Christmas Eve, 2011. My shopping is done and I've been breathing easily for several days now.
My wife's presents are wrapped (thanks to my daughter) and safely under the tree. I won't lie to you, it feels pretty good to be done.
As a guy, I know what it's like to Christmas shop for a woman. And not just any woman, either. I'm talking about shopping for the wife.
Look, I realize in some cases wife-shopping isn't that difficult. She tells you she wants jewelry and you go to the jewelry store and buy what she wants, no problem.