Poot's Palace

Once again I came eerily close to the two week absence from the blog. Not much has been going on over here, other than normal holiday bullshit. My sister was at my parents house last weekend with her 2 year old. He ran into the house and darted for the living presumably to look at the Christmas tree. To this young lad's amazement was a plethora of presents wrapped under the tree. I can only imagine the look on his face when he ran back into the kitchen and yelled,"Momma, Santa Claus already came to Nina's (Nina is what they call my mom instead of Grandma or Granny) house!" He had a present in his hand about to tear into before my sister stopped. She looked at the present and said, "This is Uncle Michael's present, Santa will bring your next weekend." He of course asked about the rest of the presents, thinking that surely one of them had to belong to little Charlie Acorn (poor kid and his last name). NOPE! According to my sister, little Charlie is under the impression that every single gift under the tree belongs to Uncle Michael. I am sure that little kid turned green with envy. Well, it looks like I am in for a good Christmas since everything under that tree now officially belongs to me.

But there is no humping going on around here. Wha and myself went to the second social charity event of the holiday season last night, "Second String Santa". Wha took a pink barbie doll and I took a pink castle that made funny noises as gifts for the needy children. Women were crawling all over the place with their breasteses hanging all out of their dresses. We did what we usually do, stared at boobs, get caught staring at boobs, look around all night as if we are expecting to bump into someone important that we know. Actually neither one of us had a great desire to be there, but a friend of ours was supposedly going with some girls from her work and suggested that we show up to the event in order to meet them. Said friend apparently was there for a minimal amount of time, forgot her phone, and decided to leave. We never saw her, nor her friends. We werent happy about this so we left and went to another bar. I all but had Wha talked into walking up to two random girls at the next bar to ask them if they would like to join us. He was standing up out of his chair to walk over and speak to them, but at the exact same time they decided to walk downstairs (no, they didnt leave because they saw him coming... itf was purely a random coincidence).

Work sucks this week as usual. I am now drinking a Jack and Coke and really have no plans of stopping the rest of the night. I wish January would hurry up and get here so these damn holidays would go away.