Elf on the Shelf – OH NO!

Oh my friends.  I think I’m scared.  I think I may be in trouble.  It’s almost *that* time of the year again. You know the time.  *That* time when Don Juan comes out – shivers and squeals.  Wait a minute.  You’re looking confused.  You don’t know who Don Juan is?  You might be lucky that you don’t know.  Don Juan is the name of my Elf on the Shelf here at the Hotel Thompson.  But Don Juan – he’s “special”.  I mean really “special”.  You see, Don Juan is not made of the same cloth as all of these other elves that come out for the holidays.  Don Juan is evil – pure and simple.

You see these little Elf on the Shelves are a Christmas tradition.  In theory, they watch over the household and report back to the North Pole every night.  Once at the North Pole, they inform Santa of all of the happenings at their house.  By morning, the return back to the house in different positions so you know they’ve been to the North Pole.

But Don Juan. Shakes piggy head and shivers.  Don Juan has his own agenda.  He comes out and scares everyone here at the Hotel Thompson.  He does bad things…. some things I can’t even say out loud.  I didn’t want to be the only one with this out of control elf so last year I sent some cousins of Don Juan out to some friends here in blogville.  OMP – I do hope they behave this year.

The day after Thanksgiving  is when the elves get their special powers.  The Elf on the Shelves have special powers from the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.

So I have a really, REALLY important question to you my friends in blogville.  Is there anyone that can take this little oinker in for a couple of weeks?  Please.  I’ll be nice… really.

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Shivers just thinking of what Don Juan is up to… Squeals!

 

 

 

 

Elf on the Shelf – OH NO!

Oh my friends.  I think I’m scared.  I think I may be in trouble.  It’s almost *that* time of the year again. You know the time.  *That* time when Don Juan comes out – shivers and squeals.  Wait a minute.  You’re looking confused.  You don’t know who Don Juan is?  You might be lucky that you don’t know.  Don Juan is the name of my Elf on the Shelf here at the Hotel Thompson.  But Don Juan – he’s “special”.  I mean really “special”.  You see, Don Juan is not made of the same cloth as all of these other elves that come out for the holidays.  Don Juan is evil – pure and simple.

You see these little Elf on the Shelves are a Christmas tradition.  In theory, they watch over the household and report back to the North Pole every night.  Once at the North Pole, they inform Santa of all of the happenings at their house.  By morning, the return back to the house in different positions so you know they’ve been to the North Pole.

But Don Juan. Shakes piggy head and shivers.  Don Juan has his own agenda.  He comes out and scares everyone here at the Hotel Thompson.  He does bad things…. some things I can’t even say out loud.  I didn’t want to be the only one with this out of control elf so last year I sent some cousins of Don Juan out to some friends here in blogville.  OMP – I do hope they behave this year.

The day after Thanksgiving  is when the elves get their special powers.  The Elf on the Shelves have special powers from the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.

So I have a really, REALLY important question to you my friends in blogville.  Is there anyone that can take this little oinker in for a couple of weeks?  Please.  I’ll be nice… really.

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Shivers just thinking of what Don Juan is up to… Squeals!

 

 

 

 

Elf on the Shelf – OH NO!

Oh my friends.  I think I’m scared.  I think I may be in trouble.  It’s almost *that* time of the year again. You know the time.  *That* time when Don Juan comes out – shivers and squeals.  Wait a minute.  You’re looking confused.  You don’t know who Don Juan is?  You might be lucky that you don’t know.  Don Juan is the name of my Elf on the Shelf here at the Hotel Thompson.  But Don Juan – he’s “special”.  I mean really “special”.  You see, Don Juan is not made of the same cloth as all of these other elves that come out for the holidays.  Don Juan is evil – pure and simple.

You see these little Elf on the Shelves are a Christmas tradition.  In theory, they watch over the household and report back to the North Pole every night.  Once at the North Pole, they inform Santa of all of the happenings at their house.  By morning, the return back to the house in different positions so you know they’ve been to the North Pole.

But Don Juan. Shakes piggy head and shivers.  Don Juan has his own agenda.  He comes out and scares everyone here at the Hotel Thompson.  He does bad things…. some things I can’t even say out loud.  And get this, I didn’t want to be the only one with elves in the house this year.  So what did I do?  I sent out four elves to some friends here in blogville.  Some of them you might have already met.  My cousin Sammy has Elfvis – which has already gotten into some trouble.  My friends the Pigs have Timmy.  And then there’s a couple of other peeps that haven’t commented yet on their new elf’s name.

You see my friends may be thanking me too quickly.  You see, the day after Thanksgiving (11/28/2014) is when the elves get their special powers.  We won’t know until then if all of these friends that I sent out will be naughty or nice.  So I just want to put this out there my friends – I’m sorry – snorts.  It’s going to be a long holiday season.  The Elf on the Shelves have special powers from the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.

So I have a really, REALLY important question to you my friends in blogville.

 Is there anyone that can take this little oinker in for a couple of weeks?

Please.  I’ll be nice… really.

Shivers just thinking of what Don Juan is up to… especially with my sock monkey!  Squeals!

 

 

 

 

By Popular Demand –

By popular demand, we have snagged pictures of daddy holding Monkey Man.  You know Monkey Man that was posted last week trying to escape in Albert – mom’s Smart car.

Let me set the scenario up for you my friends.  Mom/dad went grocery shopping in Albert.  Of course after they put all of the groceries in the back ‘hatch’ of Albert, there was no room for Monkey Man.  Monkey Man *always* travels with mom everywhere.

Since there was no room in the back ‘hatch’ area, daddy had to hold Monkey Man in his lap all the way home from the market.  Now, here you go.  You’re driving down the street in your car.  You get stopped at a red light.  You happened to gaze over at this Smart car because it’s so small.  While you are laughing hysterically, something catches your attention to the front passenger side.  That’s when you see it.

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This man is holding a giant sock monkey that is looking out the window.  Now, what do you do?  Do you point?  Do you laugh?  Do you bring out your camera phone to snap a picture?  Do you call the authorities because Monkey Man is not strapped in to his safety belt?  You know I’m waiting until a police officer pulls us over thinking it’s a small child – It will be hilarious!  Snorts.

 

The possibilities are endless my friends.  What would you do?  I took two pictures for your review.  One from the passenger side window and another straight from the front of Albert.

 

Monkey Man Has Done it Now

Monkey Man has done it now – he has climbed into the front seat of Albert and tried to make an escape – snorts.  Personally, I think (1) he needs to buckle up – safety first Monkey Man and (2) his feet although long don’t touch the pedals.

How would you feel if you were in a shopping center or parking lot and walked beside a small car like Albert and saw Monkey Man in the drivers seat?

Actually, he was left in the front seat by mom/dad.  He usually sits in the back area with me when I’m in Albert.  But mom/dad went grocery shopping and had a lot of bags in the back cargo area.  Therefore, daddy had to hold Monkey Man all the way home in his lap.

Then again, maybe that is funnier than just seeing him in the front drivers seat.  Him sitting on dad’s lap in the Smart car – snorts!

 

Mom and Dad’s Valentines Day

Benedict and Rockelle weren’t the only one having a fabulous Valentine’s Day.  I assure you of that.  Valentine’s Day was also the day that mom and dad got engaged.  Yep, engaged after 16 years of dating.  In fact when dad popped the question, why would you expect yes or no.  Nope, not from my mom.  She said, “What’s the rush?”  Silly mommy!

 

So daddy did good.  He got mommy a new sock monkey for her Smart car Albert.  This one is going to be called Sock of Love.  Cute huh?  He fits right in with the other sock monkeys in Albert.

Daddy is also got mom this “small’ box of chocolates.  Snorts – I like how daddy thinks “small”, don’t you?  I mean take a closer look at the picture with the comparison of mom’s hand and the candy box. 

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Oh, and I forgot to post this picture of Rockelle and Bashful this morning.  This is a wipe they got after eating at Hooter’s.  Kind of appropriate huh?  Snorts.

 

I’m Monkeying Mom Out –

I would say ratting her out but well – you see – it’s more like monkeying her out – snorts.  Mom got a onesie for the cold weather here in the south.  Okay I have to snort really loud on that because it’s like an oxymoron.  We’re in the South mom – we don’t get that kind of cold weather, not really.

But she saw this onesie pajama outfit, tried it on and took a selfie of it in the dressing room.  First off, mom you are not two.  Onesies look so adorable on babies.  Second off, what’s with taking a selfie in the dressing room?  Isn’t that *my* job to take these pictures of you and embarrass you?  I had to find these pictures on your cell phone when you weren’t looking.  You didn’t even tell me about them.  I’m going to have to start going through your cell phone pictures more often mom.

And do you notice friends her feet?  They are sock monkeys.  Mom is taking this whole entire sock monkey too far now.  First it was Monkey Man and his team in the back of the Smart car and now she is wearing a sock monkey.  Snorticles.

I know I’ll probably pay the time for posting this of mom but hey – it’s all in good fun and a couple of chuckles, right?  Remember that mom when you read this 🙂

And I know you are just wondering if there is a hidey flap in the back of the onsie.  You were, wasn’t you? Snorts – there is.

 

Mom’s Newest Sock Monkey

 

Holy mergatroid!  Nana bought mommy the biggest sock monkey *I* have ever seen.  It’s bigger than me.  Heck, I think that sock monkey could ride this little oinker’s back.  Uh-oh.  Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.  The next thing you know, mommy would be buying me a saddle to ride.  Scratch all of that.

So nana bought the sock monkey to ride shotgun in mom’s Smart car.  He is in the passenger seat of her car.  Shame on him for not buckling his seatbelt – snorts.

And if it’s bad enough, she named him.  You won’t believe this – Monkey Man.  Rolls piggy eyes.  Really mom?  Monkey Man?

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Mommy even introduced Monkey Man to our neighbor Big Daddy.  Can you see the size of Monkey Man – he’s huge!?  I wonder what they fed him in the store?  

But Monkey Man had a long talk with Big Daddy about being a good boy and not getting into trouble with the other sock monkeys in the back of mom’s Smart car.  You know that talk about setting an example.  It should be interesting.

I don’t know about you, but that sock monkey just looks like Trouble with a capital T.  I have a funny feeling that ya’ll will be hearing about him soon.  I just have a butterfly in my pot belly.   You think the same?

I just hope Monkey Man doesn’t turn into Chucky – squeal!