The Elves Are Back...

and they are driving me crazy! Y'all know who I'm talking about. Those elves that you found out about when your family was taking a vacation National Lampoon's style. The ones your dad told you were running just in front of the car to keep the white lines lit up and you bought it. So while you sat searched and swore that you think you saw one, he was smiling and happy that someone was staying awake with him. Or is my dad the only genius out there...

Anyway, these mystic creatures have decided to pay me a little revisit. And they are leaving "presents" for me. It must be the elves, because I have no other explanation for why in the heck after I just swept the floor, I still manage to walk all over crumbs. Lots of crumbs. They magically surface every time I step in my kitchen. I think the elves are messing with me.

Or it could be these guys.

I don't know if you can see that the table has like 2 frosted mini wheats on it. They each had their own pile, but one of them decided it would be fun to chuck them all over the kitchen. The other followed suit. I have no idea who started the madness. All I know is that every time I stepped in the kitchen that day, I heard 'crunch'. And then you would hear me say, "dang it!".