Everything has a voice in our house. Petey, monkeys, the drunk dogs from England...I think our five followers know what I'm talking about.
Bill brought home this gnome from work. It was a giveaway from the travel department at his office. It's driving me crazy. In an attempt to justify it's existence, it takes credit for EVERYTHING. "I planned that trip to the super market for you!" "I arranged for that day at the beach!" It's constantly chiming in to say that everything we do was all from his thoughtful planning. I have news for you, Gnome, you didn't just plan my last visit to the gynecologist - I called and made that appointment myself!!
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