Oatmeal and socks, could life be better?

I am constitutionally incapable of buying food for CHOW without throwing in at least a couple of boxes of oatmeal. Yesterday I went to pick up canned goods for the second round of donations, and even though I hadn't intended to buy more oatmeal (I'd included it in last week's round) somehow it made it into the cart. Logically I could justify it based on the assumption that many people will donate cold cereal but only a few will remember hot cereals. But in reality it's a visceral thing. Oatmeal is one of my favorite things. It makes me happy, so therefore at some level I assume that it makes others happy.

Which probably explains why I give people socks for Christmas.