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We had a gnome. He was adorable. Last week, my kindergartener Lily smashed him into a hundred pieces with a baseball bat. She told me the incident was an unavoidable accident. An accident? I said. No. But knowing Lily, the fact that she had a baseball bat probably did make the incident unavoidable. At least it wasn't my car windshield.
Gnome + gnome baby? YES.
So why would that stop you?
Yes. See DSM-V, p. 347: Gneurosis.I keep waiting for them to blink. Just creepy.
Gordon and I are commenting to you from the lower level bar in our Spokane hotel. Admiring your gnomes and drinking free wine. Don't forget to feed Peanut tomorrow! xo
I want this one! Where did you get her?
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