Came home from work today to find one of my gnomes broken. Shattered into little pieces. {insert BIG cry here} Yes, I cried. I cried like a little baby about it. It must have been a hormonal thing, cause that was the fiftieth time I’d cried today.
I’m going away for the weekend, leaving tomorrow, so while getting laundry done and stuff packed, I continued to cry wondering who would break my gnome? Why would someone break it? It had to be an accident.
RM#1 came home from the gym and I said something to her about it. Well, turns out she accidentally broke it yesterday morning. I hadn’t seem or talked to her since then because of our different schedules these last few days, and a note left on the kitchen counter seemed so impersonal. She felt real bad about it when I told her I cried, and offered to replace it. I hold no grudge. It clearly was an accident. No need to replace. :-)
The front garden will seem a bit bare now. Perhaps this gives me an opportunity to seek out another.
(Please feel free to mail gnome replacements to…me)
Sorry to hear you lost you Gnome.
ReplyDeleteWhen things are tough it dont take much to bring us to tears.
Hope you can find another.