Mom didn't used to like garden gnomes either, but then something horrible happened, and she decided maybe they were kind of funny, and that she'd like to have one of her very own. So she bought one on eBay. And his name is something like Gimbrel, but we can never remember what it is for sure.
Anyway, when he got to our house, it was already fall, so he couldn't be out in the garden, on account of he didn't have a very warm coat. So he has been living inside our house with all Mom's plants that she brought inside for the winter. Lucky for Gimbrel, no one has peed on him or knocked him over or anything.
I did a little research on garden gnomes, just to make this blog entry more interesting. You would not think that there would be anything much to say about this silly subject, but I was surprised to find out that garden gnomes actually have A History, and here's what I learned: The Germans were the first people to make garden gnomes. They started making them in the 19th century, and they called them Gartenzwerg, which is German for "garden dwarf."
Then in 1847, the garden dwarves started migrating to the United Kingdom, and by the 1930s, they were being called "garden gnomes" in English.
You can also make a garden gnome out of plastic, but the plastic ones look really cheap and junky, at least in my opinion.
Well, that's all I can think of to say about this dumb subject. I just hope that Mom is satisfied and that she will let me talk about stuff I want to talk about after this. And also I hope she won't start collecting garden gnomes. We barely have room for the flowers in our garden, let alone for a bunch of grumpy-looking old men with pointy hats.