Wrong-Side-of-the-Bed-Gnomes


    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. 

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  1. Those guys stopped by my house this morning, too! I just might go back to bed, so I can try getting up on the right side this time. :-D

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    1. Those little stinkers continued to cause trouble throughout the day, spilling gatorade and hiding pictures. Ugh. I should just go to bed!

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  2. Oh give me no gnome!
    Just a problem free-zone!
    Where the troubles are minor and few...

    Sing along everyone (you know you want to!)

    Where seldom is heard
    An annoying curse word
    And the day just sails forward quite smooth!

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    1. Oh Cathy, I needed that! Thank you for the poetic therapy. And I learned you can't read the words "Oh give..." without breaking out into song! (Oh Give Me No Gnome sounds like a lovely picture book title, btw)

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  3. Menehunes here in Hawaii and yes, we've go them in spades.

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    1. ooh Menehunes is fun to say! I bet they make pineapples sour and other such tricks.

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  4. Trpazlik in Czech, and that's what my Canadian children have always called them. And yes, they followed me out of Prague. By the way, old Czech porverb: Wearing your shirt backwards is a sign of good luck to come.

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    1. I am learning a lot today about the little folk. Perhaps they were just trying to give me good luck, and I just saw it the wrong way.

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  5. Awwww... Menehunes! My dad used to read me a book when I was little about the Menehunes. All I can remember about it is that afterwards he would pick me up by my ankles and pull each of my toes, claiming that's what the menehunes would do. LOLOLOL.

    I hope today is better, Lauri!

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    1. I'm sure toes being individually pulled causes a tickle-induced hysterical laughter!

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  6. The grumpy gnomes are visitors at my house too. Ugh. The worse is when I can SEE myself being so crabby, but yet can't bring myself to shake it off. But laughter does help--mostly! :)

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    1. That's exactly how I was. Clearly I was the grump, but I couldn't snap out of it. Side note - I had been so busy before Thanksgiving that I wasn't writing much...hmmm...coincidence? I think not.

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  7. I must ask: What made you literally get out of the wrong side of the bed?

    The superstitious fellow in me would never contemplate such a thing.

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    1. Well, for some reason when my 2-year-old came up in the middle night, I scooted over to the middle which as it turned out made for disastrous sleep. In the morning my husband was already up, so I went out his side. I will not screw this up again, because those elfen hooligans are always watching.

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    2. That's right! Next time shove out the two-year-old.

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