musings and ramblings on life and motherhood in post-k new orleans
I hate the Elf on the Shelf a whole lot--and my daughter at age eleven, HAS to know it's me, right? I'll realize, in a panic, when it's bedtime, that I haven't done a damn thing with the elf.
And yet, still...go big or go home, right?
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