Two things I've had a hard time getting into this year--tagging and the Christmas spirit.
I'm not sure how to explain the Christmas spirit thing because usually I'm listening to Mormon Tab, Osmonds and Carpenters Christmas by October, but last week every time I heard Christmas carols I got annoyed.
Thank goodness for my neighbor, Martha, who taught me how to elf myself silly, and to my son who has asthma and stayed home from school then went shopping with me for whip cream and cranberries and pumpkin pie and nutmeg and turkey and apple butter nut cider. Because of them I am at this very moment listening to Bing Crosby and feeling the christmas tingles.
Actually I'm alternating between Thanksgiving tingles and Black Friday tingles. Black Friday is my 2nd favorite day of the year, behind White Sunday (General Conference Sunday, DUH!)
So because I'm finally feeling the tingles, I want everyone to feel the tingles. That's why I've decided to start my very own tingle tag. The Elf Yourself Silly tag.
And because I'm still having a hard time getting into tagging because I don't like to talk about myself and I can barely get my visiting teaching done, let alone my tagging, I'm going to pass the buck on to all of you.
I'm tagging every single last one of you to spread the tingle tag cheer.
If you're reading this right now . . . YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED! (he he he --evil (tingley) laughter in background).
The only rule is you must laugh yourself silly while elfing yourself silly and then . . . pass it on, silly.
According to my calculations, if all 7,000 of you elf yourself silly and then pass it on, the entire world will be full of good will toward man by Christmas Eve (or at least good will towards elves by New Years Eve).
Okay, I get to go first, since I'm the one feeling the holiday tingles.
Are you sitting down? Have you removed all food and drink from your mouth? Have you taken a recent trip to the ladies room?
It's time for me and my silly family to make their big blog dancing debut. You are about to see my husband and I do the bump in our size 0 velour knickers? And my kids do the Hustle and the Ho-down and the Heston? (I mean the Charleston).
And when you're finished watching and laughing yourself silly, and believe me you WILL laugh yourself silly, then elf yourself silly.
But come back to my comment box with a link so we can all laugh ourselves silly too. We'll be waiting (and partying . . . and drinking apple butter nut cider . . . . and eating white chocolate covered pretzels . . . and snuggling in my new quilt if I win today over at blokthoughts. Vote for me if you want to snuggle with us.)
Click here to watch us do The Hustle
Click here to watch us do The Charleston Heston
Click here to watch us do the Ho-Down
And have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. David Santos dropped by my 2nd counselor's blog and told her to have a nice WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he told her congratulations!!!!! because she's pretty.
All I got was a lousing congratulations on my imagination and have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's totally shmooozing behind my blogging back.
It just goes to show that you can't trust foreign men.