Amy Snow will be returning soon! For anyone who missed it the first time (ie last December, when most of you weren’t around), here’s why we don’t have an Elf on the Shelf, and an introduction to the lovely Miss Snow, who does the job for us instead. She was a last-minute project for us, but it’s working out well. The boys are both very excited to see her again!
For the rest of her adventures from last year (a whole half-month’s worth), click here. I have a feeling things are going to get even crazier this time…
Language warning. I know other people love their elf, but I can’t talk about him without cussin’. He scares me.
So, Elf on the Shelf. I’m going to be honest here: that tiny bastard scares the bejeezus out of me.
Have you seen him? This little toy elf that you buy (I don’t know where, I assume from Hell’s gift shop) and set up every night in random places because… I think the kids are supposed to think he’s alive and reporting back to Santa.
That’s the theory. I think it’s really an excuse for moms to play with toys. No judgement here- I’m the proud owner of… one or two… *ahem*
If you haven’t seen him, google it. I’ll wait. No, not the cute squishy one, the plastic-headed one that looks like he’s going to consume your soul.
He watches you while you sleep. He thinks it’s romantic.
Look at those eyes. That little fucker KNOWS things.
So anyway, I don’t want one of those, because my dreams are…
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