So this entire month I think I am going to be consumed by the darling wee Elf on the Shelf. Last night I was all burrowed comfortably in my huge bed with my 16 thousand blankets on top of me, perfectly cocooned and suddenly I remembered in a panic -- The Elf! The Damn Elf!
I race back downstairs, leaving the warmth of my comfy bed. Naturally, I have to continue my path of finding some elaborate prank or funny hee hee moment for the Elf to perform. I go searching through the children's toy bins to locate the most excellent of all perfect pranks. Mind you it is 1 AM AGAIN!! (Why do I keep doing this?)