PLEASE DON'T TELL THE TABLOIDS!

Ok, ok, we know that we have posted only six of us eight Izzy Elves in underbits.  Today we will remedy that omission.  Here are the final two, Tizzy and Blizzy.

 They don't actually know that we are posting this today.  We think they are a little bit embarrassed that they are both looking so googoo-eyed.  Frankly, we're all a little embarrassed that they are looking so googoo-eyed. But what can we do?  They always look like this these days.

Ever since Deedy (that's Dorothea Jensen to you) wrote down their stories (Tizzy, the Christmas Shelf Elf and Blizzy, the Worrywart Elf) they are no longer shy or discreet about showing how much they like each other. Or whatever.

The rest of us (that is Bizzy, Frizzy, Fizzy, Dizzy, Whizzy, and Quizzy, who are posting this) think it all happened when each read the story about the other.

After all, here is what appears in  Tizzy, the Christmas Shelf Elf, when Tizzy is telling two naughty boys who sneaked downstairs before their parents were up about all the Izzy Elves:

While Blizzy’s the last (she’s my favorite lass)
She fashions the snowflakes that swirl under glass.

And as for Blizzy's story, well the WHOLE THING shows how fond she is of Tizzy, but especially this part:

Then Blizzy smiled happily all to herself
And wondered when she’d see her favorite elf.
This is the year, she thought, when Tizzy might
Take hold of her hand when they danced in the night.
And maybe—that’s maybe—he’d give her a kiss
Beneath the green mistletoe. That would be bliss!
Just thinking of this made her blush like a rose
As she threw back her covers and threw on her clothes.

So we guess that all this "googoo eyes" business is Deedy's fault.  After all, she's the one who wrote these "tell-all" stories.

We just hope the tabloids don't get hold of these revealing pictures.

Love,

Bizzy, Frizzy, Fizzy, Dizzy, Whizzy, and Quizzy