Sister trumps my wit with cabbage?

Fun Christmas fact: This is a re-usable REAL tree.

I picked up Lucy's gift from Walmart Santa's Workshop today. And on my way to work, I had to get rid of the packaging. I mean, I'm not adamant about this whole Santa gig. I'm not forcing it on them. But I'm not pushing it on the kids, either. I'm simply going along with it.

And so here we are, going along with it, and I need a place to stash the ride. Yeah, I said ride. For an eight-year-old. I give Ricardo the job of stashing the ride and then I have to figure out what to do with the gigantor box it came in. Mind you, said "ride" is eco-friendly, the excessive packaging is not. Yeah, I said eco-friendly ride. For an eight-year-old

I promise Ricardo I'll swing by the recycling center on my way to work. So, for the extended drive, I opt to dial-up hands-free my sister to harass her with holiday jolliness. It's Christmas, and she's my sister. Tis the season. Ring. Ring.

She says "Hey, what are you doing?"

I cleverly reply: "I"m getting rid of evidence!" Because I am. I think I've got her. Getting rid of evidence could mean anything. I could be stashing a body for all she knows. And let's be real - it's a very likely possibility.

And what does she say to that, "Cool. I'm cooking up some cabbage."

She didn't even flinch. Sister wins.

That's how I roll.
Song of the Day: Christmas Means Love by Joan Osborne