Mr. And almost Mrs. Angry Elf

A few Christmas Eve's ago my sweet brother Elliott had a wee bit too much to drink and was not too quiet coming home from a party. In fact he was so not quiet that he woke G and I up at 4am. We were tired and gave him an earful...to which he responded by calling us Angry Elves (mostly cause it was Christmas not so much our elvish appearances) This year at Christmas we all got Santa hats for Christmas Day, but G and I got Elf hats. (ooh long running family jokes)
We decided to take a pic to prove what delightful little elves we actually are: