I am all too aware that the amount of blogging I’m doing these days on Elmo-related topics is sad, so feel free to skip this one. Understand, however, that when you started reading my blog, you promised* to stick with me through good times and bad so abandoning me now is grounds for divorce.
*I am also aware that you never promised this, but I’m a young mother and it’s never too early to start my guilt training.
My life is Elmo now.
That and kitty cat picture emergencies. After breakfast today, C had an intense meltdown because all the kitty pictures on the Internet needed to be viewed by her posthaste.
On Friday when I went to Target to get C a heavily-discounted costume for next year, I selected an Elmo jumpsuit. Right now, you’re all, “Bad idea, lady, because the instant you spent your cash on that thing, you obliterated any chance of her being interested in Elmo a year from now.”
Yes, and your point?
It’s basically Elmo voodoo.
When you get good and cozy with Elmo like I have, you start to notice things. For instance, nowadays Elmo is all up in my face bragging about his quote-unquote moves.
Children, gather ’round, and view Grover schooling everyone back in 1979.
Elmo, just stop. Grover was making the ladies swoon before you and I were even born. You can go home now, little red monster.
Grover, you can be my king anytime.
It appears I just came on to a Muppet. Welcome to the jungle.