The following is an open letter to my husband.
Hi Homer,
I know you know I love gnomes. Well, I was wondering if, even though we have a pile of bills, I could go buy the cutest little guy that I saw in the store the other day. I think he costs $8.
Yes, it's another gnome. But you know how I feel, a gnome makes a house a home.
Love and kisses,
Me
6 comments:
I absolutely agree. A house isn't a home unless it has yet another gnome! And for just a wee bit of cash, you're certainly not being rash.
love the rhyme
Poetry is not my thing...can you tell? All the poems I was forced to write in school started with "Roses are red..."
I won't try to be creative like Joan...If it was up to me, I'd tell you to go ahead and buy it... Of course, you could always tell Homer that it's a late birthday present for him;~)
wonderful idea, Lynn! It's for him, not me.
That's right...now you've got the idea...If anyone asks, you are spending some hard earned money on a gnome for Homer's birthday:~) That could be your story, just remember to stick to it!
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