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.