An Adult TaleI couldn't come up with anything for Sunday scribblings, then when I was visiting Paris Parfait’s blog I picked up this sickly virus gnome dude , who says he originates from Dizgraceland. Although I am not much to hang with the gnomes……more of a troll lover myself, I thought I'd let him stay in Canada to visit my friend Laura, who adores gnomes. She could use a lurid affair with a man of distinction; I sure hope her hubby doesn’t mind. Personally I could never do it with a gnome as they kinda creep me out….hands over ears Mr. Gnomie……. Besides he’s just a little too short for me….He is going right back where he came from if he gets frisky in any way.
Laura will know what to do with him….she’s the one who needs all the help in her beautiful garden, she always has way too much work and too little time. But hey, I wouldn’t mind picking his little brain….see what he knows about gardening…. After all I do love flowers. Maybe he can work for his supper.
Gerhart, that’s what he said his name is, meaning hard spear, which kind of freaks me out. Hope he hasn’t been in jail or anything. Also don’t be fooled by him, he’s confided that he plans on using aliases in every city he visits. Which really makes me suspect. Also he keeps talking about wanting to try some B.C. bud that he’s heard so much about. I assured him he won’t be doing any when I’m around, because it’s just not my thing. Anyway Gerhart says he wants to hit up Vancouver while he’s here, so I thought I’d woo Laura into coming along with me and the creepy little dude. She’s way less discriminating than me. First we’ll go to Gas town and check out a few fun places, then to Granville Island for lunch and a stroll through the market. After that we’ll head to Commercial drive for a special coffee and a Mario’s gelato while wandering the drive, then we’ll finish the day with dinner at Wazubees! He’ll feel way more in his element on Commercial drive; there are more weirdoes down there than you can shake a stick at. I’ve noticed he’s rather belligerent, so I’ve decided if he gets nasty with me, or in any way fresh, I may just leave him down there. I’m sure someone would take him in. In fact I think I may have seen a few of his cousins down there. I’m sure Laura will talk me out of it though. The only thing I ask is that he totally gets my garden ready for winter….that’s not much….for a nice warm bed in a purple house! They say that relatives, like fish, start to stink after two days, although I'm not admitting to anything! If you steal him, it’s imperative that you report back to Tim! Who wants him next????