It started one day with a fuzzy picture of the Gnome (adoringly named Nag) whom accompanies my desk at work. I could barely make it out and didn't realize what had happened until I noticed he was missing. It was a gnome napping.
Over the span of a couple of days I would get a picture of him at various spots all over town. He's had quite the adventure. We're still holding therapy sessions for him from the traumatization of the dirty deeds he was forced to do of which I won't get into on here. It's just too much. Poor little guy.
I am just glad to have him back home safe and sound and it all happened with out a ransom.
|hidden in a box|
|cruising around town|
|he made a friend a long the way|
|he may have ended up in Montana one day|
|parking attendant gnome|
|riding the elevator|
|ready to jump to his death|
|drowning his sorrows in chocolate|
|the kidnappers were following my every move. they spotted my car and took|
a picture of him on it. he's the little white dot
|keeping him loaded to ease the pain|
|McDonalds for breakfast|
|stuffed in a clover pot|
|he met Papa gnome a long the way|