Dammit! I can’t take my elf anywhere. While shopping for milk and bread at the grocery store this morning, the sneaky little trouble maker snuck out of the cart and took off. After searching the aisles for what felt like an hour, I finally found her in the bakery case… licking donuts. She giggled hysterically, high as a kite from powdered sugar, sprinkles, and who knows what else. As she screamed something about Ariana Grande, I quickly grabbed her sticky little mitten and shoved her into my purse. Over the store’s intercom, a woman’s voice commanded, “Security to the bakery.” Crap! I hastily closed the glass bakery door, snagged the cart, and got the hell out of there. This elf is going to be the death of me.