I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Quite literally. Just like in a fairy tale, the moment my foot stepped out on the right (not left) side of the bed, the Wrong-Side-of-the-Bed-Gnomes conspired to penalize me for insubordination.
The first fellow quietly padded in his red felted slippers over to the bathroom and put the toothpaste in the wrong drawer, causing me five minutes of delay and leaving a wake of products strewn across the bathroom.
The second green -hatted lad kept hiding my coffee in different rooms. It was cold when I finally found it, and the morning seemed worse without proper caffeination.
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Finally, a particularly spiteful troll wearing lederhosen had the audacity to make me put my shirt on backwards. I only discovered as I ran out the door, but I didn't have time to switch it because we needed to acquire a box of donuts for a school party.
But we didn't get far before I yelled, "AGH! Where are my keys? We are going to be late with the munchkins!" Hasselhoff Troff must have thought I was talking about the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz, because my keys suddenly appeared in my hand. Apparently, munchkins and trolls are good friends.
Well, we got the munchkin donuts and my munchkin kids to school on time. And I finally took the time to laugh at myself- the biggest grumpiest gnome of them all.
But I'm still wearing my shirt backwards just to show those gnomes who's boss around here.
Have the gnomes been bothering you lately? I've heard tell that laughing at yourself scares them away every time.