
Given that waiting for Jake to tire is as unending a task as watching paint dry, I went back to the main event and watched paint dry.
Finally the gnome rode Jake into the kitchen and jumped off, then strolled up close to the kitchen cabinets and eyed them appraisingly.
"This your idea?"
"Well, kinda'. I mean, well, I didn't think it out, I just grabbed what I had on hand and did the deed."
The gnome nodded, lifting his left brow cynically. Plunging his hands into the paint he laughed, "nice color," then, shaking his head and whistling a strange song, he walked briskly out and took up a pose on my lawn, where he froze into a motionless statue.
You know you want him, so take him - just be sure to link back to his home blog, Dizgraceland. Prove that it isn't just meat-space garden gnomes that get stolen.
ps, he hasn't washed up yet, and his hands are still the color I just painted the kitchen cabinets.
3 comments:
If the gnome does not appreciate your color scheme it must be spot one. Gnomes are notorious for their terrible taste.
Cute post. :)
When I was a child, there used to be a cartoon that told the story of David the Gnome, who was always avoiding some sneaky trolls. That was one of my favorite shows, but I always kept thinking in the back of my mind that someone should give those trolls some pants.
Which reminds me of a parrot who rode on the dog's back...the dog is racing wildly to shake the parrot off, and the parrot is holding on for dear life.
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