To putting that Evil Elf on the Shelf back in the attic – if he makes it! I thought we had it bad here at the Hotel Thompson until I saw this picture on the internet. I’m not sure what evil soul posted it but shivers… that’s just wrong on SO many different levels.
Our little evil guy, Don Juan, was into lots of trouble this weekend. He almost gave mommy a heart attack Saturday morning. She was in the kitchen and was starting to fix me a spinach omelet – what? It’s one of my favorites 🙂 She got the eggs out of the refrigerator, opened the container and guess who was in the carton? You guessed right – Don Juan. She jumped pretty high for a girl. I was surprised.
On Sunday morning, Don Juan was MIA (missing in action). We all thought that was a good thing. Perhaps he got lost in transit in reporting back from the North Pole. Maybe he made a wrong turn and got hid by a reindeer. We had high hopes. Our day was going along pretty well. That is… until daddy went out front to get the paper.
Who does he find outside on the front porch writing his name into the front porch with his winkie? Shakes my piggy head. Something has to be done to this little Don Juan. What’s worse, daddy brought him back inside of the Hotel Thompson. This was our chance to get rid of the evil little elf… but no – daddy felt pity on him because it was the Christmas season. Really dad? Really? Perhaps he should sleep with you tonight then… on the sofa.
Friends, we have to ban together. There’s only a couple of more days before the big day. I am WAY open for suggestions on this juvenile delinquent elf. Desperate times call for desperate measures. HELP me before it’s too late.