Gnorman's mischief was exposed when my husband asked me this morning, 'why is all the cheese gone?' not a good situation. he was packing our lunches for work, and he loves cheese. he doesn't love the gnomes. shhhhhh. don't tell.
i tried to play dumb, but bailey's accusing dog stare and the trail of wrappers from the counter to the backyard sealed my fate - and pointed directly to gnorman's guilt. and mine.
listen i'm too tired to fight and our happiness as a family is important to me. so i took the blame. i am the one who brought all these gnomes into the house. sidenote, and don't say anything, but i have a couple new ones coming. i had to replace the grumpy middle finger gnome that we gave away!
so my husband was pretty pissed. he wasn't happy that he just spent $15 on cheese and it was all gone. he was especially pissed that it wasn't gone in efforts to feed a human. a dog, even, would have made him less mad. i don't know how long i'll be in trouble. i'll keep you posted.
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