You know that one thing that reminds someone of something? Like you see something in the mall and are immediately reminded of a friend and have to take a picture of it or (this is how I've ended up with so many) buy it for her?
Yeah, well when people see garden gnomes they think of me.
Why? No idea. It started during high school as a joke. Back in my bad ass days- this shows just exactly how exciting I was- we would steal people's gnomes from their gardens. It got to the point where a neighbor had chained them down.
Who on earth would want a garden gnome? No idea. But I now have lots of garden gnomes. Big and small. A battery operated talking ones. A Travelocity Roaming Gnome beach towel. Gnome pajama pants. A "You Don't Gnome Me" shirt. A "To Gnome Me is to Love Me" shirt.
Why on earth gnomes? They're so ugly. And they serve no purpose.
But Disney has answered my bizarre dreams. I love, love love animated movies. And Elton John (he was my first concert, oddly enough). And gnomes.
Enter: Gnomeo and Juliet.
I. Can't. Wait!
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