It's better.
He's a sarcastic little guy, my new Garden Gnome. I think he is sticking his tongue out at me as if to say,
"You sucker! I am the dorkiest thing ever and yet you've coveted me a long time. I even look like my arm fell off, and still you love me. Loser!"
When I posted my night tour of the neighborhood the other day and mentioned that I really wanted lawn ornamentation, a good friend who reads my blog contacted me because...
She had a garden gnome she was ready to part with! Go figure!
How lucky am I? These things are like heirlooms, right?
I picked up The Bearded One this afternoon and promptly placed him in the garden.
The kids gave him a hand with his wheelbarrow.
Keep a close eye on that treasure! I know people who kidnap them!
ReplyDeleteA home is not a home without a gnome!
ReplyDeleteLove it! The one armed gnome!
ReplyDeleteDisrespecting albinos by suggesting they are all zombies. Classy.
ReplyDeletei suppose a hand is much better than some of the other things it could have been...
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome... especially the hand. :)
ReplyDeleteK, well now I HAVE to have a garden gnome. Or maybe a whole family of them. Damn the coveted gnome!
ReplyDeleteHahaha!! The hand in the wheelbarrow is both making me laugh and scaring me to death.
ReplyDeleteKind of creepy...is that a sword in his hand?
ReplyDeleteOmgosh. Loved. Pam's. Comment.
ReplyDeleteI. Heart. Gnomes.
All this time, I'd been thinking you'd been given a lawn jockey.
ReplyDeletePam's comment is the best
ReplyDeletehow can I follow this one!!
your gnome needs a tan!
Have you seen the photo of the zombie gnomes eating the yard flamingo?
ReplyDeleteYou always crack me up with your funny posts. I love the "hand"! Thanks for making me smile and for linking this up at Rub Some Dirt On It!
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