Then I unpacked Big Bro's "Swiss Army Submarine", that I brought home to remind me of him.
Why Mr. Wrench and Mr. Hammer should not play together.
Then it was on to the mail. There was this catalog where everything was $14.99. I almost went for the Gnomeland Security lawn ornament (just for the tiny set of handcuffs).
Then it was time to fire up the grill.
Thank you, all of you.
For all of you at the NRA event who sent their well wishes through Midwest Chick and Mr. B., my thanks as well. For those of you who used my crash pad as your NRA weekend base of operations, leaving my freezer full of a bunch of Amish bacon and homemade cookies in my absence, even better.
It makes it all bearable (but seriously, pass on the whole farting gnome thing for Christmas)