No pointy ears required

My husband and I did the elf dance last year. I’ll never forget anonymouse remarking about my husband’s ta-tas being bigger than mine. They were.

This year, I elved Tommy. New for 2008 includes room for five dancers, plus three new dance choices. An annoying addition is that you must register to be able to save your crazy little dance.

It’s juvenile, it’s a time-suck, but the kids thought it was hysterical and now all of them want the elf treatment.