Elfed

It happened again this afternoon.  On our way home from school Sarah regaled me with amusing stories of her friends elves who have marsh mellow fights and grow candy canes and leave cute messages on kitchen countertops in powdered sugar. And then tonight she wrote this note card and left it laying where Santa would be sure to find it.  The photo quality isn't great, but I think you can make it out.  

She is killing me with lines like "If the elves g0t lost our address is . . . "!?!?!?  and "I think our Christmas letters are on the table near the couch without the lamp - dumbass!" I know, she didn't write "dumbass" but you can't read this note and not see that it's totally implied.  Seriously, we have the worst. elves. EVER!!  And I feel really bad about it.  The guilt is kinda giving me insomnia which is why I'm awake writing this after midnight. When she asked me again tonight when I thought the elves might get here, I casually mentioned that maybe they were waiting until after Thursday when she gets her new cast.  Any guess as to what she said? Well of course she said  "how fun will it be if they sign my new cast!"  So now the elves have to find their way here and then somehow figure out how to sign her cast without either waking her up or getting permanent marker on my new couch (because my sweet girl is sleeping on the couch because she can't walk upstairs to her bedroom because she has a GIANT cast on her leg. AAAHHH!!)!! I have totally elfed myself again this year.  I'm hoping the elves can manage to make an appearance tomorrow night. Or maybe Friday. Or sometime before Christmas.  It would be really helpful if Sarah could give me the elves address, you know - so I can find them.  Telling me that they are at the "North Pole" is about as helpful as saying they're "hidden somewhere in one of those Christmas boxes in the attic." Crossing my fingers that this story is going to have a happy ending.