I think Santa has a sadistic streak. I was just celebrating dressing to mourn the loss of my beloved SocElfky who had some kind of drowning accident in a snow globe of all the darned things, and I figured with only a couple of days until Christmas, everyone would be busy and I would have some free time to “deck the halls.”
Enter the new improved heftier elf wrestler. My official “date” for the festivities.
I think it is important to take a date to funerals.
Ellie Monk of Shoenique Designs designed this awesome specimen of a dress and Barnesworth Anubis did the fireplace which I crawled up on to try and get away from Melf – the man elf that is creepier than all the other attendants assigned to me thus far.
Short men always look so smug because let’s face it … they really have no choice but to be looking at your breasts when they talk to you … I mean unless you are willing to carry a stool around for them, which I am not.
I found this guy’s pic on one of those dating sites where he describes himself as a happy easy kind of guy, good at making lists and checking it twice, and liking long walks in the snow. I moved the profile to ebay.
I am selling him for the first person who offers a dollar.
Yes Elves do not hold their value much at this time of the year. I think there are just too many of them flooding the market …everyone is getting in on the gig. If he doesn’t sell by midnight I am going to just plant him in the front yard next to the garden gnomes.