No Going All Ninevite With Rubber Chickens
Good morning everyone. I know, it’s been a long time. The holidays guys…. Family, my Mom came with her boyfriend. He’s HILARIOUS!!! He fit in like she made him in a computer. He’s offensive, we’re offensive, it was beautiful. The man got us all inflatable dinosaur suits. He wins. Period. See, I got my kids rubber chickens in their stockings this year and since the youngest figured out that Santa is a historical character (Saint Nicholas), not the guy who’s been dolling out gifts each year, we had fun writing obscure “From” names on the labels that hinted toward what the gifts were that generally only made sense after they opened their gifts. For instance we had, “From: The Pools of Drowned things” and in it were a couple, Ranma ½, books for my eldest son. It’s awesome anime, check it out. We also used duct tape on one gift and labeled it, “From: Ghetto Santa“. What we’re going to hell for though, is having our youngest answer the phone when telemarketers called and having him ask them