My brothers and I were talking this week and we realized that our sister, Steb, has somehow made it through this prank war unscathed. The freaking crap?!
So, El Jefe and Beans and I went a-gnoming.
So, El Jefe and Beans and I went a-gnoming.
The boys left about 17 gnomes in my yard a few months ago. Unfortunately, some have been broken {Used for target practice, dragged behind cars...the Native-American-Tribal-Chief Gnome broke yesterday. He was my favorite and it made me sad. But I'm fairly certain his spirit now possesses the body of a neighborhood cat, although I cannot prove it.}
Where was I? Oh, yes. The gnoming.
Where was I? Oh, yes. The gnoming.
The boys had collected several more, so we had almost 30.
I wish I had more photos, but sneaking around in someones yard after dark does not lend itself well to photography. So, here's the before pic - at my house. Plotting.
The operation was successful - we gnomed her good.
We now live in terror of her vengeance.
Afterwards, we went for Krispie Kreme. Because nothing says, "Hard-core hooligan vandals" like delicious fried dough.
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